|by Atta ur Rehman Qureashi|
|Published on: Sep 19, 2008|
|I am a child,
Every one see me .
What’s my condition?
I have no house
No Parents,No Friends,
No food to eat, No Clothes to wear,
No School for me to learn, I have No Money for these things.
All of you people know very well about my condition,
You see me daily on a road,
I live in open land.
No body loves me,
All people hate me,
No one wants to be friends with me.
I am eating dirty food, food from a rag.
I wear dirty clothes, and have no where to learn.
I’m a rag picker boy.
I ask you a question:
What is my mistake?
Who responsible for my condition?