It is impossible to look at their smile and ignore them, when they look at you with their innocent eyes. But somehow, somewhere in that innocence is mixed a question of their anguish of their sufferings, a question though innocent is dominant in their existence as much as it is in the existence of the onlookers. What was the fault of these children that they are left to fend for themselves by roadside with their lives, their future lost in darkness? What is the reason that they exist yet they do not matter for those around them? Why was their birth a reason of sorrow and not of joy like millions of children born in privilege? Why is their life full of hunger, struggle, sorrow and strain? Who are these children of darkness, dressed in rags that appear in the daylight and then melt away in the all engulfing darkness?
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