Innocent dreams

Aashish Ameya
May 8, 2006
iranian.com

Living in the streets

Playing with pebbles

Wearing sun rays

They fly in rainy days

Dusty hair, dusky skin

And dried lips, all are akin

To shallow life

Live by a tycoon's wife;

Sky bent down to kiss them

In sheer joy Earth lifts them,

It's nothing but a divine game

Pain adoring their eye lids

Tears, best friend of street kids

They need hopes, love and wings

They're heaven's innocent dreams