Where are their parents?
Are they gone with the wind?
Their offspring eat fluorescent tubes,
Cut their hands, do acrobats and beg something for their daily bread.
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A very moving poem about children whose names may be known only to God. Sandra
A touching poem on the plight of street children. I wrote recently a poem with the same title, and was interested to read other poems on the subject. Found a really great work. Thanks for sharing regards, sathya narayana