A Street Child

In this selfish world

there is no one to care for me.

No place for me.

Everybody is busy in their own work.

They have no time for me so I am bored.

I have no food to eat, no clothes to wear;

And sleeping on the pavement—hard to bear.

Think once everyone those who never give me a penny,

How is my life going on with an empty tummy?

I am also a creature of this nature;

But I can’t enjoy my rights like others!

Why do all the people think I am wild?

Is it just because that I am a street child?