Have you ever felt the agony of the orphans, little kids begging on the roadside in tattered clothes. Lets spare a moment from them. One cold morning, I was going to the bus stop, When I saw a boy, Our eyes met, He smiled at me. I didn’t like him one bit, He was dirty! He was filthy! He was shivering with cold, With just one blanket tattered and old. He could not help, but shiver. He was very thin, With bones poking out the skin. My eyes were riveted on his face which contained everything except flesh. His shiny eyes betrayed his pain, And expression cried out for love and affection, All this didn’t let a thought flow in, Except I could just stare at him. Suddenly, my bus came through, And I had to go, He kept on staring at me without blinking a brow. At office, my mind was not steady at all, But thought of that poor soul, When I returned in the evening, He was being slapped and thrashed. WHY???? Just because he asked for a bread. We continued to see each other, But ...