The lost child.

The lost child,
Within in the masquerade of world.
He hear several voices calling him as a babel,
He recall the memories and the names in his dreams.
Nothing he see but empty world with fake faces which swings away within a swish.
He tried with all his might to think about those to whom he has never been aware of.
Last Tear rolled down through his cheek and
As he feels the sensation of being hungry since so many days.
No water to drink,
No food to eat.
In the end he did asked everywhere for a single sip of water but the world so much busy in greed of collecting money,
Shopping denim jeans,
So much engaged with their work that did not even noticed a boy by side died from weakness and hunger.
He is lost not intentionaly,
Neither deliberately.
For him world was a dungeon in which he was a martyr;
sacrificed his ownself and went straight to heaven.
Oh! Another orphan made his death bed.
(i wrote this because in actual loads of kids without their parents are dying,sometrying to commit suicide and even if they don't want to just poverty take away a bit remnant left of them..)