He looked at the merry kids,

Hand in hand as they walked.

Their cheerful happy voices,

Made him wonder of what they talked.

A little closer he crept,

Yearning to be included.

Never a part of any ‘buddy group’,

Thus he felt, secluded.

Chatting away, about nothing in particular.

Animated were their talks.

Not realizing he wasn’t one of them,

Engrossed in it, he was.

For a while, his presence,

The children didn’t seem to take note of.

But when one of their gazes fell on him,

At him they began to scoff.

“Oh! Look at the dirty beggar.”

One child taunted.

“Shoo him away,

He isn’t wanted.”

The children chased him,

Frightened, he fled.

He tripped over a stone,

His knee hurt, it bled.

He wept bitterly when alone,

He could take it no longer.

He was an orphaned urchin,

To whom everyone was a stranger.

He looked up at the sky,

As if pleading for mercy.

His tear-stained face expressed grief,

“Why God, Why me? “