On the street near that lamp post <br />In dirty clothes, scars on face <br />A lean fragile body lives. <br />A bowl, bag and a torn blanket <br />are what he owns. <br /> <br />Since last three days <br />Hasn’t he eaten anything <br />Hunger reflects from his eyes <br />Night comes, today again <br />Without bread he comes back <br /> <br />Tears rolls down his eyes <br />Helpless, he lies on the footway <br />Starving again today he slept <br />Again a star falls from sky <br />A tear drops from heaven…<br /><br />Kumud Ranjan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-the-heaven-cried/
