A skeletal bony vagabond kneeling on the roadside as the rain poured. The thunder was exceptionally heavy on me. Dreadful pain in my gut, I was ravenously hungry. Palpitating with fright, my eyes wandered through the narrow streets of the town searching for help. It was too dark, the roads empty, my shadow left too.

My hiding place wasn’t watertight, I couldn’t look up so I looked down. Tattered clothes and beneath them were my little feet of a ten years old covered with mud. Chilled wind carried to me the odour of junk surrounding me. Looking on the right I found empty bottles, wrappers, some cigarette butts. To the right I found a broken doll house far in that garbage dump. I stood up with my trembling legs, reached and picked it up. I played with my misery, found a shade and amazed I laid. Suddenly felt so desolate and bereft. I threw the house away. I shut my eyes in anguish, I wept and I slept.

Waking up wasn’t easy. The sun was bright but I was drained. Half-awake I walked to the roadside and sat there with my large sleepy mournful eyes. With a woeful voice I cried among the crowd ‘Is anybody there? I’m hungry! I’m dying. Please help me!’

Nobody believed me.

They scorned me and thought I was lying? God! Why can’t they see? Do I have to look more miserable to have some pity? What do they want now? To flay myself?


This is the story of over 1.5 million children that are stuck living on the streets.

Maybe the world is just as cruel as the child found it, full of atrocious brutality. Children like these are not just a topic to be discussed in the news, characters to be performed in theatres, and a thought to be written in books. They are a diabolical reality of our society. It is extremely pitiful and heart-wrenching to watch these children helpless in filthy clothes and forlorn faces at traffic signals. But when they beg us for food, plenty of questions come to mind. We wonder who they are, where they’ve come from, which mafia they belong to, and whether they even deserve our money. All the while we’re lost in out questions the signal turns green and we speed away.

These children are the most forgotten part of society and we must wonder why. If we keep neglecting these street children, we shouldn’t be much surprised when they resort to begging. No, I don’t expect the government here to play their ‘role’.

If the common citizens of the country keep ignoring these children then what will become of them? We need to eradicate begging and get children off the streets. Don’t just discuss these children - feel their pain, reach out to them, feed them, educate them, and be a part of the solution.

Who else will show them what love looks like? If we don’t do it, they will never know.