Orphanage, at very first age

I was born to someone
Some day
And was taken to the orphanage
At my very first age
There were many crying of hunger
And fever
I did not know the reason then
But the rest of my life gave me the answer.

I too was made a servant
When i was six or seven
Morning till dusk
Work,work,work
No one cared about
The weak body that weared out.

And now, standing on life's ways,
I think of those days,
When I too was put to bear the burden
Of parenthood rejection!