Destiny of the Downtrodden
The lesser humans .....
Destiny Of The Downtrodden
Your tear – stained face swam in my sight,
Your matted hair haunted me at night;
On your face it was all written there,
The painful hunger pangs and fright.
Pre – mature aging of face and hair,
Fear and strife was written there;
Somehow I felt it was not right,
I saw you begging alms at night.
Unkempt body, face, and hair,
For you my child it was not fair;
Tender age filled with fright,
Kept me turning and tossing all night.
Your tattered clothes and bare feet,
Shuffling down across the street;
Carrying great loads of burden,
Some were seen and some discrete.
Deeply etched on forehead and face,
An unkempt life full of struggle and strife;
Unwanted and underprivileged,
Destiny of a beggar child.
Devoid of food, clothes and shelter,
Their lives have gone helter – skelter;
They know not from where next meal will come,
In sorrow and illness they have no one.
Dear God please say “Let there be light”,
Let them not this their battle fight;
Let all their basic needs be met,
Let “Help downtrodden” be our concept.
Should not our people in power,
Change the destiny of poor;
“Help” social workers should offer,
So that downtrodden may not suffer.
Lesser human being..... why ?
© 2017 Dr Kulsum Mehmood