The Little Ones

Little children so pure in heart,

Born from the first day their lives to start.

Depending on someone to love and care,

Helpless of self to be just there

No wrong have they done, no blame can be filed,

From little ones so innocent trying to smile.

Yet they are judged in a helpless estate,

All because, Mom or Dad harbors a hate

Their lives go on best as can be,

But the feeling of security, is halted you see.

So young a life grows up fast,

Becoming someone different with a permanent mask

Who can help such a child grow?

Would it be better to end all woes?

It seems a payment of kind is due,

For the little ones struggling a life through

An Angel sees and cares for them,

Even when life has thrown a bend.

He catches them under his sheltered wing,

Guiding them instantly until heaven he brings

Bless The Children

                                                                                                                            Saif Malik