Street Child

Spring is in the air 

flowers are blooming everywhere

cool breeze is breathing life

 to meadowlands 

and Calla Lilies stand tall

I peep out of my window 

To see him passing 

 crinkled cheeks bowed and grubby

like an orchid found in a desert

I watch him clutch his rags 

and shiver as springtime's rain drizzles 

on his body as he hussles in the street.

Summer crawls in like a millipede

cuddling the chilly street with heat

and foreheads crave for shelter

I watch him cling to his tray 

In midst of cars and two tyres 

like a zombie with blurry shadow

no umbrella,no shoes

diving honks and horns with wet singlets

Autumn saunters in through the front door

 leaves are found dancing in the wind

  I take a stroll around the street

there he sit with empty bowls 

and sagging hopes, 

seeking for alms

while autumn showers cover his body

 dreams buried in evening mendicancy

Winter sneaks in through the window

and the streetlights are cladded with snowflakes

Mama bought me blankets

Pairs of socks and pairs of shoes

No one will buy him a blanket 

 tell him to stay indoor it's blowing gale

like fish stored in a freezer

I often see him in freezing cold 

sachets of liquor for a penny 

as lips turn sour , skin grown white.

  

Is it a sin to be born in the Street

I ask mom when pity couldn't let go of me.

©Iamteazhy