in the glittery eyes that spoke of
Living utopia in jiffy years to come
With sweet smelling smell
From black bodies that had long
Lost its memories of bathing
And the black scaly butucks that forgot
The feel of soft tissue caressing shitholes
After mulching loaves of unwanted bread
There I found love
In the mouth that adapted to brushlessness
And quietly absorbed the odour for a new
Shade of green and yellow dentition
I found love again
In the cries of the innocent infant
Borne by an old underage street woman
And the nude bodies begging for clothes
And the sordid haven at the dust bin
Used as shelters from sun and rain
There I found love
There I found love
In the helpless old little ones
That grovel for daily survival
Like kings marooned in desert island
With nobody to build a bridge
Connecting the treasures
There I found love
For people like me
Basking in unkempt potentials
Future leaders
Less privileged
Street children
People like me, my family
There I found love