Though he doesn't know his parents still holds the fortitude.
In his dreary fortress along the lonely street no guards at all
There is nothing to loose for him except few scattered belongings.
His hard head rests on the stony cushioned pillow and he looks into the dark sky.
He sees his hapless star segregates with the twinkling stars and hear their melodious harmony.
The proud Moon's rouge face hides in a cloud and he knows that she never comes down.
Before the boisterous Sun gets up he is awake to the isolated clock Tower's call.
Fat vehicles in different colours start to run in the street.
It's another morning!
And he too gets ready to run with the decaying life?
nimal dunuhinga
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/foundling-s-fortress/
