Orphanage?

The yard was lively then Feeble hands were shivering Pale faces brisk and whisper But the nervousness was in queue Behind the scene its orphanage Worst face of life in tune Poverty is merriment for some But the yard is parched forever Deserted life is spurious Fake faces are mischief Without love life is worthless Always whisper greed of love But the latter skip always It's a desert that eternal Parched the land that splendid But the clouds were in a swift Here the shower is a need But the yard is arid and scorching To suck the drops of love forever! ! ! ! ©2014 SALINI.S.NAIR. All rights reserved