“My destiny is my choice,” he quoted in his diary, relaxing in his comfy bed.
Far away in the garbage heaps, a little girl chose the worn-out teddy.
“Nothing can match the feel of these chilling showers”, he thought, resting on the balcony.
The half-flooded shop lanes never witnessed sleep in that freezing night.
“God, why always me??” She screamed after a series of quarrels with her parents.
The orphan girl trapped beneath the cruellest arms in the streets never had any chance.
The hundials in the temple were free from metal noises.
The poor ones roaming outside the temple had the thinnest of coins.
“Let’s pray for those who suffer”, they said before bread and bed.
Actions maketh human, they never realised.