Homeless

Looking high up in the ceiling, eyes open like i was in a trance, hands supporting my heavy skull like a child lifting a weight, and my mind racing like a race jet, i could feel thoughts hovering round my head with some bumping against my head as if trying to force their way in like illegal immigrants into spain. Suddenly, i began imagining what it felt like to be alone, nobody to talk to just like a proud lost traveller, the only company you might feel is the air around you whispering to you, and only if you could understand it, it might be telling you how lonely it is or how it has pity on you.

Not yet finished with the thought, another thought sprang up and i really felt so bad about it that i almost wept in pity. I began thinking about the little homeless children who have nowhere to rest their quaking heads after walking long, sometimes lonely distances in rags. Toes get bruised badly but not usually felt by the owner because they are already accustomed to it. Hairs looking so busy, entangled with dust and dandruff, and looking so unkempt that a razor would get broken if attempting to go in. Looking at their young tender but rough faces, tears in your eyes would be begging to come out and bath them clean. But the problem is that most of them though being blown around and bathed by the rains and loneliness of life, still smile when they see people... most times i take it that they dont understand what they are going through because i feel they just dont deserve it. What a seperate world they have got. A world where they get laughed at by flies, fight and scramble for food dogs, sheep, and even the ants. Most times, i wonder who between the homeless child and the rats is the landlord of the scanty, dingy, and dirty corner they live in.

They never cease making wishes which if contained in a cup would get filled up in seconds and overflow the earth. They never can stop dreaming dreams just as the sun can never cease shining. All they seek for is a home where they could atleast rest their heavy tired heads, pet their shaky knees and thin feet, and drop their butts which has already responded greatly to gravity. Being with friends and families is just alien to them. The dusty roads tell their footsteps, the rats tell their smell even from distances afar, the ants defend every crumb of food with jealousy, while the flies have the last 'buzzzzy' laugh at them. The air is their balance after walking long distances, but the ground is ever ready to accept them whenever they drop! Oh, what Homeless Adventure!

They are everywhere, why dont we join hands to help them... they are also the future of tomorrow! HELP!!!