The lonely hungry nights on the footpath or
sometimes in the neighboring slum
The eerie silence of the darkness
or the fearful noise of barking dogs.

A little girl alone, walks
until her legs stumble and she falls

In clothes torn , patched up
hair unkempt and scattered
roughly tied with a soiled hairband
she wears a look of curiousness
and doubt…
her eyes though sparkle wide…
and their innocence shines

The glaze of street lights,
sound of honking horns,
the sudden screeching of brakes on the deserted roads
in wee hours
few shadows seen moving along…

the lone soul starves
beside the marriage ceremony going in pomp,
Where tons of delicious food and desserts get stomped in garbage
the leftover of innumerable plates …
she picks and selects,
cleans and eat,
taste her buds , which were once deprived….

Under the stars, she dreams and lives
every moment , she smiles and breathes,
A little puppy lost and stranded,
licks her toe ,
warmly she picks him up
A friend, she gets in this lone world,
loyal and sweet,
runs who beside her in sun or in storm
in drenching rain
or to sit with empty stomach
on barren rocks…