Our Helpless Hands!

Tea, tea, coffee, coffee egg omelette, toast, cakes, chocolates. Sounds crashing one another When the train stopped on one platform. Two glittering eyes Looking hungrily at the Chocolates and cakes. Dressed in rags Dirty and foul smell covered her. Torn from all sides Begging for a penny Nothing in hand, To sell, Just a seven year old. But she entertained all The travellers with beautiful Movie songs All enjoyed and listen To her sweet voice None came forward To keep a penny in her small hand. But she kept on moving From compartments to next. Another boy Came cleaning all The places inside the train With a small stained piece Of cloth in his hand Came for asking for money But few gave it. Train started moving They all jumped into the platform And waiting for next train To start again for their one piece of bread.. Many many are the people On each stations Our hands too are left with few pennies, To feed them all. Yes, our hands are helpless to feed them all. Many days empty stomach Fill their hunger with water. How long will this go on What about for tomorrow? ©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY GEETHA JAYAKUMAR 2014 © 2014. Geetha Jayakumar.