Sitting in the bus
Gazing lazily out
At the fleeting scenes
Passing by my side
The bus stopped at signal.
My eyes drifted to pavement
Another family living
Under a plastic sheet
Too feeble to save them
From the wrath of nature.
A tiny toddler playing
On the dirty pavement
A beautiful flower blooming
Half withered in concrete
No one even bothering.
When will I see the last of it?
So many times I wonder!
When will the promised day come?
With shelter, food and books
For each and every children?
wild wind blows free
13 years ago
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