On the street near that lamp post
In dirty clothes, scars on face
A lean fragile body lives.
A bowl, bag and a torn blanket
are what he owns.
Since last three days
Hasn’t he eaten anything
Hunger reflects from his eyes
Night comes, today again
Without bread he comes back
Tears rolls down his eyes
Helpless, he lies on the footway
Starving again today he slept
Again a star falls from sky
A tear drops from heaven…
Kumud Ranjan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-the-heaven-cried/
