A Child in Rags

She looked filthy

and her clothes were torn

unlike her eyes

those beautiful eyes

that touched your soul

 Her eyes twinkled just like ours

yet hers were different

and were filled with sorrow

those solemn eyes

that spoke of a million woes

 This was her life

the streets were hers

she reigned these streets

with those of her kind

And yet, her eyes spoke a million woes

as she stared blankly into the blue sky

as if asking, god,  why

Why had he made her

why wasn't she loved

why had her mother died

Why oh why

was she left all alone under the great blue sky?

--By Prabalta Rijal