Bless the boy who has been sleeping
Under that Neem tree since the last two years
Wailing at night for the caress
Of a mother he never saw
And at dawn waiting for a sight
Of the father who left him here
Alone, Afraid . . .
Bless the child who works
For his little sister in the sun
Selling best- sellers at red lights
Offering discounts
On rags- to- riches stories
To luxury car owners
Unknowingly, Unaware . . .
Bless the girl who was sneered at
For “inviting the eyes
of wolves
And letting herself be
harassed”
Who now lives alone
And walks down the alley proudly
To tell them that she survived
Boldly, Bravely . . .
