In the morning when I get up
And rub my little eyes,
The world seems so new to me
Though I am an orphan child.
My little eyes when see the sun;
The rays smiling come to me.
Tickles my body as it comes,
She is my mother may be.
Beneath the tree when I starve,
I hear the whirling sound.
I know it’s my father-”The wind” has come
With all the fruits on the ground.
With the clouds I see the rain;
They are my friends you know.
With them I play till they say good bye,
With them my childhood grows.
As night my life so silent it seems;
I gaze the star lit sky.
Along with them, I go to sleep,
In the tune of their silent lullaby.
I have my mother, my father, and my friends
But sometimes-
I run away to hide;
As it hurts when people don’t find a name
And call me “The orphan child”.
