a poem by Linish N

As usual on an evening walk
With my pet to a small park
I saw a girl aged eight
Crying, for nothing she ate.

She saw me and gave a pleasant smile
I was touched by the heart for a while
Seeing how she hid her pains
Within her like great saints

Feeling pity on her torn clothes
And her scattered hairs
I marched towards her slowly
And sat beside her painfully

Suddenly a woman appeared and gave her some leftovers
Which she took with simple smile and great honors
She ate a little happily and the rest was take to her family

Of course! This is the truth of country
Which is nearing its sixtieth year of Independence.