MIDNIGHT CHILDREN

In the midst of the 'roar',
Lies the cries of needy,
But dazzling nights,
Cashed up's parties,
Dance and music and lights,
Distracts us from knowing,
The difference between the smile.
Smile of a rich and a poor,
A smile that mark it off from each other.
A Smile with happiness,
Or a smile with a hidden fear.
Lost in mellifluous songs,
We ignore the voice,
Voice of someone standing near.
Not for bread or tea,
But for few words of sympathy.
Everynight,
When the highway is left in silence,
There flies a thousands of dreams,
Dreams of those children,
For whom dreams are better than reality.
In which they dance,
Like the multimillinaires!
They make skyscrapers,
Buses and cars and planes and ships.
From the early morning,
They long for night,
Sweet,Full of imaginations,
That is beautiful and bright!!!