A silent prayer,of a homeless child
Looking at iron gates,and wishing to be inside
No toys, no clothes and not even sweets
That’s not what she wants and her heart needs
She wants to hold pencil in her hand
She wants to write on paper not on sand
She wants uniform and sing a Morning Prayer
She wants to play in the ground and be a team player
Though she lives on the streets and begs for food
All alone, she struggles, to earn her livelihood
Yet, those small hands are wishing to reach sky
Nothing matters when you aim high
Simple wish to learn and to get educated
Without any objection let it be granted
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