Multiple things are planned for festivities,
Budgets are made to spend the rupees.
Social media gets flooded with pics and tags,
But no one notices that child in rags.

Wardrobes are gifted with ample of clothes,
Houses with overlightning are a storehouse of moths.
Somewhere in darkness a soul sags,
The soul of that poor child in rags .

Money is considered to impress the Almighty,
Fruits and sweets are offered of vast variety.
Somewhere,there is still a struggle for bread,
For the hungry stomach of that child in rags.

Enormous money being provided for education,
Lectures on uplifting literacy are a common occasion.
Still a brain is deprived of school bags,
Earning a living is must for that child in rags.

Some tender wishes are longing to be fulfilled,
Houses of love and kindness are yet to be build.
Some compassion can fulfill that ,in which he lags,
Hopefully waiting for it ,is a child in rags.