At midnight stood beneath the tree observing clear sky.
Splashing water with feet reflecting the divine moon light,
Quite place, no voice, no noise; suddenly I heard a cry.
Skinny old lady in bitter cold, O! What a terrible sight.
Walked towards her, sat alongside and questioned.
But ears couldn’t accept her miserable reply.
Abandoned by the one she raised, Ah! New eras fashion.
Once on whom all were dependent has nobody beside to rely.
Deprived from shelter and dying from starving.
Uh! What a ransom for nurturing a child who come to be an adult.
The one, their passport to world is struggling for surviving.
Men, just fear truth, time will reveal soon you were such a colt.