Invisible Child

That invisible child
The one
Who looks wild

That unwashed
sad look
Tough flower
Of the woods

Born to the dirt
From where
have you spurt

No future dim past
For how long
You'll last

Hooked on to glue
Of life,
has no clue

Sack on his back
Through scraps

Matted brown hair
Stray dogs,
Share your lair

Soaked in the rains
Hunger pains

No roof and
No hearth
Of miseries
No dearth

Your presence
Is the essence
Of dissonance

Makes me question
God almighty's
Own presence

by Nalini Jyotsana Chaturvedi

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