A Wilted Blossom

It is is a story of a small girl who get trapped in a gang of Street Beggars. She is missing her father very much and what she feels...... Let us listen to the echo of this Wilted Blossom's Heart....

Papa papa  please come soon,

I am standing at a traffic signal

with a Bag to beg, Feeling marooned.

It was a nightmare to sleep on the footpath,

Where you asked me not even to walk alone.

In the stormy wind of heartlessness,

My Childhood and innocence is drown. 

 

I am yearning for a sip of water

I felt today what is quenching the thirst.

This world which was a Fantasy for me,

It seems to be merciless and worst.

My toys, my friends, my puppy are materialistic for me,

But your cuddle and kisses on my forehead,

Are missed the most that you bestowed on me.

Can you come here and pick me up in your arms

Please give me a protective feeling in your palms.

I will never tease you papa,

And never disturb you in your work.

But take me out of this hell,

Please pull me out of this dearth.