A needle and some thread to sew the torn trousers,
A heart to share the umbrella while it rains,
A town hall that not switch off the street lights at midnight,
Some coconut oil to spread on the slipper less sore feet,
A shade to hang the wet clothes in rainy days,
To hide from the sun during long summer rays,
Need enough old newspaper to make the bed,
On The folding arms, the head can rest,
No one chase away from this place reserved,
Owner of the shop, kind enough not to splash water,
Tomorrow need not be as hard as today,
Hundreds of children on the streets, not empty,
Struggle to survive in the adult platform,
Those little fingers do the work multiform.
veeraiyah subbulakshmi
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wish-of-a-streetchild/
