Why Do We Exist?

I lay on my bed in this moonlit hour while the street is lighted with half naked bodies, from head to toe bruised by poverty.

I found my source of warmth in my mom and dad while some children made their fervent prayers to spiritless bodies.

I dress in clean clothing while millions of children have pain and misery as their makeup set.

Hundreds of different cuisines set in my stomach as i watch a rag picker scrounging for rotten cabbages in the garbage, silent except for his wails of hunger.

i run and sprint like any vibrant child but some defective/disabled children were never given the same ladder to reach the sky.

hence, dont look up to someone and weep and curse. We the capable, willing but failing to help the poverty souls.