The Footpath Boy
Curly hairs, black thin face
No luck, no life, nothing like grace.
He was fighting for one time’s food
No health, no name, no word in life like ‘good’
Dirty torn cloths had many holes in them
But still stuck there, tried to cover his body without
any blame.
No comfortable light, no pleasant music in his mind,
Was living on
others heart, but nobody seemed a bit kind…
No sleepers on down his feet, no roof over his head,
You could always found him in the footpath.
It was his only home, only bed…
When sun fired the air in the hot summer,
We’re stuck with AC, and let ourselves waiting for winter
like a dreamer
But had the footpath boy ever once tested the cool air in
the summers?
Was he also enjoying the cold dream?
And ever treated the weather by that fair?
Was the boy also dreaming about the chill sunlight of
winters?
Now don’t behave that strange!
I know we all have all the answers…
The weather was burning his 10 years old skin
Oh God! Today he seemed very red!
Begging money on the stairs like mad,
The sun had no kind for the boy
He resisted all his happiness and joy.
His eyes were not properly opening,
And other side of the door the wind was blowing
Blowing and kissing his dirty red face.
A question then arisen in my mind!
‘Shall he face the time and keep carry his life race?’
‘Run-run the sun is in anger’
‘Open-open the doors of your cars by your healthy
fingers’
‘The boy has their own life let him live’
‘I’m so lucky I
have that pretty life!’
‘I have a lot but not earning it for give’
Yesterday I saw him begging downstairs
Nobody was focusing and I saw him broke into tears
His face was more weak and sad,
Again I thought about my life and was so glad.
It was about me but what about the footpath boy?
‘Why should I do care, I have my little life only to
enjoy’
Few days had passed.
But where is the boy today?
I haven’t seen him since last Friday!
Today my heart is goes out for him,
Feeling like his light of life is now dim
Where is the footpath
boy?
Has the boy left the world?
Someone was saying ‘He died last Sunday’
‘Give me something to eat’ were his last words.
Oh God It’s sad but you did a good job now.
My soul feeling that was a good job, don’t know how?
We are so funny.
When he was alive,
We felt too hard to offer him a coin of five.
And look; now he has gone,
But we are saying ‘Thank God he is no more alone’
Nobody caring he is not today
But my soul blaming me today…
My heart is stopped for the boy
He died by hunger, by sun’s life taking anger.
But nobody has any wonder!
‘Has he lost his life by that killing weather?’
Yes he died by damn hunger nature!
Who to me should blame?
Whom to I should claim?
The footpath
boy is no more,
After his left,
For him I have a piece of adore?
Oh! Without him the footpath is so sad,
Because we have no one to enjoy
Because there is no more footpath boy!
God! Why you made us that much egocentric?
And why you kill the boy by damn hunger?
Why you hadn’t given him any trick to get out of that?
Should I blame you?
Should I blame the people?
Should I blame the leaders?
Should I blame to the nature, the sun, the hunger?
Or should I blame myself, my social, my world?
Today I’m worrying for the boy
After got knew about, his last farewell.
Yes! We people
made his life like a hell,
But nothing to blame any living toy…
Because, there is no more footpath boy,
Because there is no one with a panic face,
No one with that much panic life…
<- <- <- RIP -> -> ->
