The Little Soul!

For the little soul she is,

Smiling, talking as if she has no care in the world

Holding my hand, feeling my rings

Looking at me with an awe

She is one of the many

Of many who have been left alone

For hardly few know the pain behind their smiles

Hardly few feel the loneliness in their eyes

But god has its own ways of balancing

For these souls left alone are the purest

They have the shades of rainbow in their eyes

Hues of hope in their voices

And a tinge of trust in their prayers

For people view them as unfortunate

But the destiny is what they make

So don’t treat them as the left outs

Treat them as how you treat yourself

For in their prayers lives the God’s will

In their happiness is the true color of life.