Friday 5 August 2016

Didn't ask to be born

But here I am!
Running from street to street,
Dustbin to dustbin,
Just to survive.
In winter nothing to give me warmth
In summer when others appreciate rain,
I cry because it remind me of my hardship.

Why mum? why dad?
Did you dumb me like dead flower,
Did you dumb me like rotten food.
Even birds know their parents,
But I don't!

Why mum? why dad?
Why did you leave me?

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