• amitchettrikhardka 5w

    In City's Corner

    There in corner he lies with a dirty bowl,
    Seeing me , extends his wounded hands,
    As I approached by, the word 'lord' was heard
    Quckily then by two boys was i gathered.

    Being dumb i took hands in my wallet,
    For food, home and education is to collect,
    Having some, holds each other with happiness,
    Loves of my life he says and kisses

    ©amitchettrikhardka