I saw a small girl,
Cute and young
Carrying face with all hardships unsung.
Her face was under the shadow of dirt and thirst,
But when I asked for a balloon she was selling, she gave me an exquisite smile first!
“Did you have food?” I asked,
“Mm” her response was shattered and masked.
“She was hungry”, from those eyes carrying chronic suffering I realised,
Gave her something to eat and with gratitude in her eyes she smiled.
Her dirt then turned into glitter on her face,
Her thirst was quenched and she was again ready to sell more balloons and win the race.
These are the children of the street whose life almost seems to be shattered and cracked…
Face? Untidy. Clothes? Dirty… still feeling the greatest of gratitude that you and I lack.
How often do we feel gratitude for clean cozy branded clothes we wear?
How often do we feel gratitude for being honoured with schooling and pages we tear?
How often are we grateful for not having an empty stomach?
How often are we grateful for being employed and having decent work?
Listening to Street stories warms our eyes,
But then after shading some tears, we get back to the same lies.
Respect and feel gratitude for everything you possess,
Look at those beneath you and
it’ll definitely filter all the disgrace.
It’ll definitely filter all the disgrace.
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Name: Adnan Ismail Shah Muzavor
Age: 20
College: Angel Institute Of Technology and Design.
