AN ORPHAN
On a cold freezing day
In a dark damp room
I saw a red faced girl
In a state of slumber
Her eyes were black
But filled with tears
Her cheeks were red
But tears were flood
Her hair was black and curly
But it was fluttering in the wind
Her lips were red
But it was seeking for love
At last with a broken heart
She told me that
She was an ‘Orphan’
-Isaac Philipose
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