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 A Child Without Parents
  By Pooja Risal
 
  A child without parents is like
  a flower without fragrance,
  a river without fish,
  or a field without fence,
  incomplete in every sense.

  Never before had it crossed my mind,
  That my parents are my pride
  with them, for small things,
  I used to always quarrel and fight
  For no reason I made the cry day & night
  Where the word love never collide.

  But one day
  I saw a boy, an innocent boy
  sitting on a pile of garbage
  with no work at this young age
  Harassed and depressed

  In his hand I saw a piece of paper
  curious to know what  it was
  near the boy, I went and sat
  A picture of a mother, father and a child
  he was looking at for a very long time

  I asked the boy of his parents
  he said that they are in heaven
  I asked the boy about his home
  there was a quiver in his tone
  Then started the boy crying loudly
  hearing his cry the sky became cloudy
  seeing the drops of falling rain
  cried more the boy in excruciating pain

  For the boy, had no parent's support
  the support that he could hold
  no kind body in his life he met
  all alone in this earthy bed

  Seeing the plight of the child
  I realised the value of my parents
  they are the keys of my life
  who, never could be so wild

  I am so lucky to have them
  In whom, I can confide my secrets,
  with whom I can share my warm love
  Who never let me see the darken side
  And, always stood beside me in every side of life.