Hope Springs In The Street Poem by Saju Abraham

How long will they sleep
On littered ground?

How long will they walk
Staggered by burden on head?

How long will they run
Seeking safety from someplace?

How long will their babies rest
Tucked in bags amidst rubbish?

How long will they wait
To have a roof over their hearth?

Their backs are full of sores;
Their heads hurt and feet worn out.

They are racing against time;
Their patience has run out.

They don’t know whence hope springs
But they know for sure it’s in view.

That’s the hope you see in streets today;
That’s the cause of optimism in their eyes.