A few lines for a poor boy.....

A few lines for a poor boy.....

'The 5 year old'
Drenched in rain, at the corner of the street,
Nowhere to go, for no one would treat.
A child waits, for the rain to slow,
And after its done, where would he go.

He has a coin, that a good man gave,
Have some rice, or should he save.
Looking at the sky, he begs to God,
Rain and rain, not too odd.

Mamma is sick she is dying now,
Sofia the baby, must be crying now.
Crawling for help, they must be.
No one would help, no one would see.

Then it all came to the child,
In the rain, he ran like wild.
He reached the temple and fell to his knees,
He gave his coin and begged for peace.

Then it stopped, so he ran back home,
The rain had washed, all he had known.
Then again he fell to his knees,
Mamma and sofia, were in peace.

-Irshan Ahmad