Orphans
I saw a little orphan begging for food
on a deserted street Wrapped in an old rug,he shivered in hunger
against the chilly air
The dried tears were still on his face
His eyes were still swollen
There were no smiles only sorrow and silence
carved on his lips,There’s no letter of love,
No note from home,
Nobody loves him,
No mother’s love,
No father’s pride,
No one to hold him,
Or be his guide.
In his hands held a sad memento
A charred pictureof those he once loved and cared
Now no more than ashes blown away, far from the oblivion
And around him
I witnessed,the aftermath of the destruction
They lie silentlyon the blood stained pavements
Slowly rotting in the open abandoned, with unrest in their hearts
I gave them each a piece of my prayer and gave the little boy
a piece of my bread
But I could do nothing else but leave, with my head hung down
helplessly, in grief
But, what hurts the most
is knowing the fact
that everything that was lost,
every dream that was shattered,
and every hope that was gone,
will only be slowly forgotten
by everyone, but those who saw it happen…
