Violin..

Faces faces everywhere
Eyes are protruding with dismay
People walk by stop and stare
What the speciality at bay
A lovely hand discoloured from Sun
Burnt with a harsh skin
Ragged cloths not washed for months
moving to and fro
A music so soft sweet and clear
flows the surroundings
A violin played with an ease
by a beggar sat on the pouch.
Life is at its bitter worse
Cursing an unknown
A loneliness has covered that face
A cry for a desperate call
Who can end this misery
Who can light these lives
Bring hope and happiness
To those who lying aside...