Mama with my new baby
brother is waiting outside
said the beggar child with
humble pride,.as she stepped
inside , her head covered
her inner pain she tried to
hide her eyes windows of
her battered soul her guide
where is your father i asked
her as an aside he is a tailor
she did confide suffering from
TB she replied ..we help to
run the house begging on the
streets our hands tied , she
was honest she could have
lied ..uneducated illiterate
when she was born her god
died..one day in some distant
future she will be another old
crippled beggars child bride
