ORPHAN

A child I saw,
Near the temple gate.
With a heavy heart and mournful eye,
For a life and a half!
On the horn of dilemma he was,
Even his smile had shades of sufferings and cries.
Not a king's ransom,
His dream was his dear ones.
For days he and his work did play,
But the nights were daunting and grey!
No one to dote on him,
No one to tease or scold.
No one to hear his shaggy dog story,
Or make him sleep with a sweet old lorry!
He too wish for halcyon days,
Enjoying life,making merry!
But the gospel truth,
About the meretricious world we see.
Promises are made,
But begged off during the time of need.
Only mother,father or a family,
Support and stand,
Till the end wherever you go.
For him it seemed,
His happiness was locked,
And its key was thrown!
Tired of living,
He felt his heart at death's door!
Bread he may earn,
But a mother is one,
Important and dear.
Standing by one's side,
For doubling joy and dividing fear!
A father,
For making one strong,
And teaching them to survive without fear!
A sister,
For a hug and a peck!
A brother,
To pester and help them know the best in them!
Clued up with the fact,
Worthless to think it was,
For the reality he knew,
He was an orphan,
A child,similar to the rest,
But without any care, without any affection,
Without any shade,without any shelter!!!