The Visit

via Daily Prompt: Trill

Trill
Image result for orphanage clipart

 

 

The trill of their voices still on my mind

Though I had left them a fortnight behind.

Neatly combed and properly tied-up laces,

Taught to be quiet, those dressed up faces.

 

But those eyes …

Those eyes I can’t forget.

Emptiness and longing in there

I think is beyond repair.

 

Today in the cold morning holding each other’s hands

Tied by many unseen strands.

Once Abandoned and deserted on garbage loads

Born behind closed doors then left to die on roads.

 

Curiosity flickered in their eyes for a while

Two or three in fact happened to smile

A few tried to break the monotony of standing in a line

When I extended the gifts in a pile.

 

They are the ones who know how to survive

Even in utter dejection and incessant strife

Some of them,  I BELIEVE, will eventually shine,

Will rise above the stigma, their lives almost fine

 

This sums up my visit to an orphanage

But …

What remains …

The echo of trilling and tweeting in the haze?

Author: serenediva (Sonia)

A Thoughtful Observer

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