The Unfortunate.

The little child with unkempt hair
and wearing no shirt to cover his body fair
with only a piece of cloth around her waist
was busy moving round the town with a haste
begging for alms and singing songs to please the passers-by.

His little brother was lying down crying for milk.
The mother, a bag of bones, was sitting looking weak.
The father was not to be seen anywhere
The three of them were looking very pathetic from afar.
It was a sight painful to watch.

The passersby were liberal in their donations.
He thanked them profusely for their inclination.
His collections were enough to keep them going for a day.
He had to go to a place further the next day.
This has been his way of life for some days from now.

Looking at it deeply thought of the family’s fate.
The most unfortunate they look nothing more in an abate
How would they sustain in the years to come?
Would the kids know anything about learning? though not wholesome.
With a heavy heart we walked from that place feeling ashamed.