Slice of Life

Surrounded by the luxurious,
Ample affluents of class
Inside in the edge a small Ones,
Malnutrition, unemployed, illiterate and ill-fated,
Masses lives but always ill at ease,

Bread Without butter Rice without pulse
Veggie Slightly seen.
Milk never desire to drink,
Discarded items daily delighted,
But that are needed for the nerves
For melting muscles Sunken eyes
Several an hours stopped Stomach,
Forces to serve.

Tattered apparles dirt full of unseen germs
Cracked Swollen feet inside the plastic sheets,
Mist of black blanket covered undesire soul
The little Ones no one to hold,
Life may be gold.
When they try to behold
But it stretch continuous,
inside the deeper hole
We behold, they always behold,
But no eyes goes On poor soul.

Anemic tender faces wants light,
But in tender hands,
broom and water pipe common sight,
For blooming of greenish odours,
Who care for dull roots hands
Which yet not know,
Where fate stand?
Their fate of future drying up,
The hands which have to books and bags
But why they care of that.
The body full of fats,
In gloom linear leg,
Wash their path, that looks always
Fresh, not a single part of mess.
What is snacks and what is meal?
For them the slice make them to survive,
Are they always born for slave
Older, younger tender age.

Why we not stop the tender hand
That their life don't become the sand.
Planting and watering their future
Bring the beauty by
Nurturing these tenders behold
them and think for a while,
Why we not save their life.
From deeper ditch inside
And bring smile
          and bring smile.
--- Composed by Richa Smriti (Navodaya Mission) (Source:http://widerwings.blogspot.in/)