The little girl said all with her eyes. She was very beautiful but in tatters. Her beauty was astounding, it made her look different from her surroundings. The eyes wanted to question about the pain she had and why she had it. Who was there for her to help and care. Her life was getting beaten all bare. She wanted some joy, some satisfaction. But no one for her had any soothing reaction. She smiled at the little girls who had lollipops and balloons in their hands. But she just played with some sand. I asked her name, she was Meera, an orphan and just a dirt on the streets. On seeing her all the smiles vanished and the feets would just retreat. She was sitting near a dumpster with hollow eyes. She had a tear in them but no hands to them wipe. She had no one who would care in this world, hell or heaven. I gave her some fruits and balloons to eat and she smiled. She said, thank you. I watched her with sadness in my eyes thinking why weren’t the love ties broad enough and why did the world make some suffer and for others comforting mango pudding on a golden plate did offer.
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I am Ambika Jha.I like to write on different topics.I feel life is too short for anything.So let us work our best in the given time and let life's music be in rhythm and rhyme.So be your best and never stop to learn and write. View more posts