I am a countries hope!
Standing beside the road in dirty cloths,
With under-fed stomach and,
Skinny ribs to show…….
I am a homeless wanderer!
With street dogs as my only kith & kins,
With sore naked feet’s and,
Coal like tanned skin…….
I have no family tree!
Not even a mother to look up too,
In wintry nights I do miss her pious enclave,
And warm & affectionate womb……
I move about as a helpless creature!
Pitying about my hunger and asking for alms,
All I get is hatred but
What is my fault??
If I wasn’t nourished in a golden pram,
& brought up in luxuries and form…..
What can I do if my feet’s are
Not rooted with proper education,
& hence I deem to become
A frog in the well……..
I am an aimless fellow!
With no dreams to dream
I haven’t ever heard of
& neither her Wonderland…..
Why all of you hate me?
For my poor condition
As I am definitely not the person to be blamed
Alas! You see a thousand’s of me
At each corner of the land.