It is crying for milk and for <br />it’s mother’s warm <br />it is surrounded by rotten leaves and wastes <br />It is crying for it’s mothers lift <br />It might have been born before an hour <br />That rose hasbeen left alone in that bin <br />who is it’s mother and why she deserted it? <br />‘He’ only knows and none cares it’s cry <br />Though that road is busy and crowdy <br />none comes to help it <br />Though many mothers crossed that road but <br />a mother with mercy hasn’t crossed there <br />seconds, minutes have gone and <br />it’ has stopped it’s cry. and it’s breath <br />After it’s death, <br />a van from an orphanage came <br />to burry that rose in the earth.<br /><br />SAKTHI RAVICHANDRAN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-rose-in-a-litter-bin/
