An orphaned boy by the road-side

i looked to my right
i looked to my left
i even tried looking behind...

what's it to look forward
when all directions
appear hazy...?

i sit outside your
corrugated iron bars
with an empty bottle and
heaps of debris in front

a broken toy i found somewhere
spilled colors in my small hand

can anyone tell me
where i belong to?

poem by Indira Babbellapati
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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