Why did he?

Why did he have to walk with a crippled leg,
when several of his age took part in marathon race.
Why did he beg with bruised bowls of cheap copper,
When bulk of the population sipped peach flavored
chocolate rum.
Why did he travel long distance on rusty bicycle,
Silver sedans with undeserving youth clambered through
dream lanes of the
valley.
Why did he quench his thirst with contaminated tap
water,
His counterpart mates drank Irish spring water all
night and day.
Why did he sleep with clattering teeth with threadbare
sacks wrapped round his
body,
Affluent children snuggled tightly under the comfort
of their Persian quilt.
Why did he spend his day begging and pulling truck
load,
youth of his age swam merrily, played long tennis with
cushioned racket.
Why did he place his feet on scorched tarmac,
The prince in the palace tread on Luke warm chips of
scented marble.
Why did he speak in a rustic village accent,
Teenagers of his kind babbled inarticulately in
different styles of slang.
Why did he wear clothes that were stained with colored
spit and mud,

Why did he have no one to wipe his tears with tinges
of blood,
God bestowed riches on some and a mountain of
horrendous difficulty on the
other

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