Junk Sack

These innocent children
Their days are playing days
They should be too naive to make a difference
Between pleasure and distress
The same innocent children
In the combat zone to win theri happiness
Warring against the sorrows
No one pay attention on their miseries
The whole society seems to them
A dumb and mute show
None can feed them a daily bread
They are sick of begging perhaps
And searching their fortune on trash heap
Insteasd of books in hand junk sack the keep

Submitted By: Anjum Aziz Abbas

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