THE
FOOTPATHS WE WALK
ON STREETS
THEY WORK
AND PLAY
AND PRAY
THEIR
TOILETS ARE BUSHES
WASHROOMS
ARE RIVERS
DIG GARBAGE
TO EAT
WHEN HAVE
HUNGER SHIVERS
THEY STUDY
AT NIGHT
UNDER THE STREET
LIGHTS
THEY TO
HAVE DREAMS
OF
ACHIEVING GREAT HEIGHTS
NO WALL NO
BOUNDRY
NO WORRY NO
CRY
ABOVE THEIR
HEADS
IS A ROOF
OF SKY--- Rupali
Beautiful poem with touching words & Reality ...
ReplyDeleteno worry no cry........awesome
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