Homeless Child

In his torn and tattered clothes,

He wanders from place to place,

In search of a shelter,

A place to call home.

With only the clothes on his back,

He braves the weather,

The biting cold and the scorching heat,

Come rain or shine.

When nature calls,

He answers in public,

Passers-by stare in disbelief,

But he walks off unperturbed.

No one dares approach,

Let alone befriend him,

Though sympathizers come and go,

They can’t help feeling sorry.

With not even a roof over his head,

Only a plastic sheet instead,

Along a lonely lane he dwells-

That is to him a “home”.

 ~ Harwin Sandhu ~