A FROZEN THOUGHT

THIS IS NOT A POETRY TO SING WITH A TUNE

THIS IS NOT A POETRY TO MY DARLING GIRL

THIS IS NOT A POETRY TO EXPREES HAPPINESS

BUT LIFE OF TWO LITTLE SWEETIES IN MY CITY


I CAN REMEMBER THAT DAY WHEN I SAW THAT

TWO LITTLE LOVELY SWEETIES IN MY WAY

WITH THEIR HANDS FULL OF RED ROSES

ROAMING ON THE CHURCH STREET WITH SCURRY


THE PEOPLE CALL THEM BY THE NAME ‘ORPHAN'

"THEY ARE ROAMING THERE FOR THEIR BREAD"

ARE NOT EVEN COMPLAIN FOR THEIR STIPULATION

BUT THEY ARE SATISFIED WITHOUT ANY GRIEF


BUT WE CAN READ THEIR PAINFUL CONDITION,

WE CAN FEEL THEIR STOLEN CHILDHOOD'S HAPPINESS,

THEIR DREAMS, ENJOYMENTS, PLAY, FUN…….

Oh! MY LORD "AREN'T THEY EVEN ELIGIBLE FOR THESE?"