ABHIMATA orphanage children

my son,
no one man
claiming to be your father

my son,
nine months
you in my womb

yet
I was not able to
nursing you

even
poverty and helplessness
I had to throw you away

my son
not mean i throw you away
circumstances that separated you from me

my son
with a piece of rag
I give you
to mothers
who loves you
surrogate mother

my son
you were born into the world without sin
but my sins are you responsible

my son
I know you're miserable
heart injury

I'm sorry, my son!

                                                                                          C.Nanik Purwoko

they look happy when we come
they were welcomed with great joy
they need our concern

imagine how it feels to be born and rejected
we are lucky is the source of blessing and love for them

if we could love them it's just like-we love our Lord


God Bless Us ... ;)