This is an old shot I happened to capture on 30 June 2009. It was a rainy day. I went out to make a series of photos for my blog post, Cathedral of Holy Trinity. I called up Wynn Thein and San Ba, my photographer friends who always join me in shooting, but they both were busy at their work. So, I was alone walking with my camera on Bogyoke Aung Sann Road.
While I was shooting the cathedral, I felt like someone was standing behind me. I turned my head, there I saw these street children. I still remember that moment the elder guy asked some money from me. I have been told that they have not eaten their lunch yet. I wasn’t sure whether he cheated me. I looked at my watch, it was 5:30 PM. The younger one was crying. I searched my camera bag and found some candies. I gave them some candies and a 500-Kyat note. All of a sudden, he kneed down on the platform and prayed for me. I couldn’t fetch his prayer efficiently since he was too fast murmuring lots of phrases. One thing I could understand is, “May you be richer and richer in this life, next life and next life.” I felt really delighted that day. Sometimes, we feel our lives are not fun. If so, what about these kids on the streets? For them, uncertainty is everything, hunger is their verb and depression is their food. I just wonder how would their tomorrows be look like.
The Abandoned Child by Janie
I am scared, hungry, tired, but afraid to sleep
I feel the pain of my cold feet
I can see only darkness
No one comes to take care of me
Mom and dad leave me alone
No one even knows I am here
Is there even one who cares?
If I cry I will be punished, so the tears well up inside
If I can just endure until tomorrow, they will be home but, what then?
Is there no end to my pain? In this cold, empty house, that some would call a home
Maybe tomorrow someone will come to rescue me
Give me warm clothes, a warm bed, and someone to say I love you…
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