Orphans.

Buds of situations.

Breath with many salutations.

Reside in humane hearts without any identifications.

Heartless brutally nails us.

In the name of help rule us,

by anger control us.

Our life would finish at one subject,

we don’t have the freedom to object.

Shoulders are always open to Adjust.

We survive with terms.

Voice silently screams

to realize our own desires and dreams.

Never forgotten to pray in a day

to have delicious food every day.

Most of the time, empty stomach ruins our day.

Few call us as ”destitute”,

coerce to prostitute.

We expect security from institutes.

Our Innocent smiles disturb many,

Sometimes, kind hearts donate money.

Believe it..which is as pure as like honey.

We rely on friendship,

to forget a while our hardships.

In every breath, we search for Kinship.

Santush Subanji

#thINK