I heard children crying, I heard children weeping. br I heard their silent voices screaming of hunger and pain, br where no ears can lend and hear what they say. br br I saw them lying on streets under the trees. br I saw them playing to and fro from the streets, br begging for money to fufill their needs. br br I saw a little boy crying, telling to his brother br “He’s hungry and wants to eat”. br Yet the poor brother has nothing still to give. br br This is just a story of one poor child who suffers from hunger br and nowhere to hide under the rain drops and pale moonlight. br How many more children who bear this scene? br How many eyes who sees and doing something? br How many ears that tried to listen br and took the challenge to stop their grievances.