Insanity, sanity ,all seems the same
To a stomach empty for days .
The garbage can bread ,
Delicacy to the cry filled  mouth.

The cries so loud it hurts,
Surprisingly no one else heard but her.
"she is insane" they say,
As she clutched the ragged bunch to her chest.

"my child is hungry,sir"
She says asking for money.
And they ignored her ,
As if a dog on the street.

As the sun sets,
She heads for home.
A dirty tent on the
Side walk of a temple.

She puts her child
Near the heat from stove ,
And sing him a song
As she boils the milk.

She takes her child in arms,
Its just a ragged doll
And feeds him as she sing
And the milk damps the floor.

Its been a year
Since she felt the warmth of her child
But she hugs him never the less
May be poverty left him cold.