Else what is our origin?
Ask not who are they?
We know not.
We have brothers and sisters
All are abandoned ones
Our cradles are dustbins
Music of vehicle, lullaby
Platforms are our whereabouts
Warm welcome to everyone
Cold or heat, no difference
Peace of heart, our preference!!!
If at all, we meet our parents
Ask we not why they did so
Surely we do ask them
Whom they thought, care for us???
If answer is God, well and good
We know someone cares for us
If that is God
We thank Him/Her wholeheartedly.
j.john britto xavier
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