Though he doesn't know his parents still holds the fortitude. <br />In his dreary fortress along the lonely street no guards at all <br />There is nothing to loose for him except few scattered belongings. <br />His hard head rests on the stony cushioned pillow and he looks into the dark sky. <br />He sees his hapless star segregates with the twinkling stars and hear their melodious harmony. <br />The proud Moon's rouge face hides in a cloud and he knows that she never comes down. <br />Before the boisterous Sun gets up he is awake to the isolated clock Tower's call. <br />Fat vehicles in different colours start to run in the street. <br />It's another morning! <br />And he too gets ready to run with the decaying life?<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/foundling-s-fortress/
