Reach Out!

I see a child, innocent,
blue-eyed, and crying,
Its tiny fingers in his
mother’s hands prying.
The mother stands, her
heart weeping, eyes sore.
Her baby wont stop sobbing,
though she tells him a lore.
He weeps out of hunger, not
the same reason that she cries,
she has no food for her son,
not even dry rice.
A pitiful sight, yet
we’re mere spectators.
Not wanting to help,some
sort of moral traitors!

Lavish parties, outlandish bashes,
All jiving away into the toxic night.
Food leftover, drinks a flowing,
no one cares and no one might.
There’s always money for movies and fun,
but, never enough for the desolate.
A reality check could show us mirror,
Oh! yes, we’ve a blessed fate!
Crib-topics are a plenty, the phone
that your friend has, the shoes you must buy.
Ever realized, there are people, who
don’t eat for days, three, four or five?

A change of attitude, a
helping hand, a moment of care.
You don’t need to be a true altruist,
that’s all you need to spare!
The world isn’t fair, is what
we like to cry and shout.
Can’t you and I spread some mirth?
Is it so difficult to reach out?