14.12.19 .It all started when i was returning home when i saw a boy, with no top In the cold winter ,with trembling hands And shivering he stands.. He's not more than eleven Beside him is no one he wouldn't beg ,but wipe those car glasses to fill his stomach ,and the smile never ceases I stopped for a minute I wish i had a jacket but i had to go as i was getting late Something bugged me, I can't exactly pin! . .Was it the heart ache that particular scene has caused? A kid who has to be actually cared Not in school,learning But on the street ,barely earning Not even covered properly nor the clothing warmth neither the motherly warmth Poverty,a sin,a curse and we people who are wealthy are worse what have we done to them or him? what have I done,except for writing this hymn! . .Was it the smile on his face that never ceased Or the pain that's well hidden under the brows that's creased! How can he smile freezing in the cold hide the pain of past and fear of future, so bold Hands and feet so cold but heart so warm He taught me not to fear the storm It's not the money or comfort that makes you happy! He taught me,we can still be happy, even if our fate is crappy!
. .Happiness is not something we lose It's something we choose....:)