Poems by

A Good Deed

a poem by Khalid

I saw a child, wearing clothes dirty with sand
To every passerby, he would stretch his hand,
When rejected by someone, he would again try
With his face swollen and just about to cry.

Thousands like him, are starving in the heat
Just begging around, with nothing to eat.
They get to hear cruel words, as they beg about
From many of those, who know only to shout.

Helping these children, should be our motto prime
Or else they would die or forced to commit a crime.
We need to provide them, with love and education,
So that they too can get, to fulfill their ambition.

We should not remain staring, or behave as a stranger
As our future will only get in danger
Forget your odd and forget your even
Do a good deed, by helping these children
And reserve a place in Heaven.