I saw a child with bare feet
Whose desires it seems will never meet
I felt sorry for his chaos
A life full of woes
He was too young to understand
His brother’s command of ‘stand to beg’ or ‘beg to stand’
His running nose showed a grim picture
A portrait with a ruined posture
But his smile was blissful
Which also told a story so sorrowful
I looked deep in his eyes
Here dreams were just a pack of lies
The sun’s shine couldn’t hide
The darkness behind his life
And the nightmare of struggle and strife
I couldn’t see a sight so gory
So I gave him chips and he jumped with glory
Will he ever hold a book?
A good house to live in and look
Arshiya Dhir, XI,
D.A.V Sr. Sec. School, Kotkapura, Faridkot
