Glimpse of an orphanage 


Opened eyes in an orphanage…   Some inquisit about their parents,   As if a child is trapped in a cage. 

They play with broken toys,  Donated by pretentious aristocrats!  Grief of losing parents usually annoys.

Roaming without slippers in winters Nobody scolds him!                    “You’ll fall sick ” Nobody whispers.

Searching parents in every person. Something echoes in their head,  They miss them in every season.

Neither they’ve memories nor photographs,                                   Some self-portrayed glimpses.      story of unseen scars…

” Getting everything in charity         In the envelope of disparity”

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Author: vaibhav singh

I'm blessed with two best friends " a pen and a piece of paper ". I've written a book that is titled as SOLITUDINARIAN.

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