Innocent Dreams
Living in the streetsPlaying with pebbles
Wearing sun rays
They fly in rainy days
Dusty hair, dusky skin
And dried lips, all are akin
To shallow life
Live by a tycoon's wife;
Sky bent down to kiss them
In sheer joy Earth lifts them,
It's nothing but a divine game
Pain adoring there eye lids
Tears, best friend of street kids
They need hopes, love and wings
They're heaven's innocent dreams
Poetry by Aashish Thakur
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Written on 2006-06-22 at 07:05
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