Child Beggar Noshi

On the way to my morning class
Near the oak tree I was passing
For I was getting late for the lecture
Walking fast, oblivious from surrounding

When all of a sudden, I heard a melancholy voice
Turned my head, saw a little girl there standing
She was extending her hand out to me
For only one rupee from me she was asking

Her age might have been 5 years or 6
A touch of a fairy, but dressed in dirty clothing
Her eyes were having shadows of long miseries
Body covered in dust, but yet very charming

My heart sank within me and I was stunned
An angel like her, was not meant to be begging
I held her hands and sat near to her
Her name was Noshi, to me she was replying

Grieved to look at condition of the child
Dirty clothes were torn from number of places
Though her eyes lit like twinkling stars
But were eagerly searching for helping faces

I forgot about my lecture
Started asking the reason for her begging
She said her mother was very ill
And a drunk father was not very helping

Angels like her were supposed to go to school
And were not meant to be out there begging
But life had made them to come out onto the roads
And serve their family and people very loving

Children with bags and neat clothes on
When are heading towards their schools
Angels like Noshi come onto the roads
And extend out their hands, in search for some food.