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”