On-The-Streets

Born in black

I squeezed for the white milk

From an unknown Breast

On the streets

I was a month old as a feast (0–1)

I balanced my feat

Raised my hands for a treat

But nobody was there

To give me a warm great

She left me alone

With my future on the streets

But three year old was least (1–3)

Streets took me to a seek

To play hide and seek

I found some nomads

To roll down the tire on the streets

In the circus was the food as a fees

And for the people age six was sweet (3–6)

Cool breeze chilled our finger

White fog took shelter in the winter

Some where our teared cloths trendy in summer

Become first door to enter

We shivered on the streets

To stick to each other was least

Any how we have to pass the time

Because morning is going to gift us a warm shine

But we will find a place

Were we will beg for a sake

Can get some coins with woolen

From the rich people who pray’s in heaven

And I will sleep with the age of nine

On the streets as lion (6–9)

Run run common fast on the streets

Said an ugly face to mugly face

Huge traffic is there to knock the door

Were I raised the voice as headline as a choice

If u need to know come and grab the voice

Mesmerizing to the god in each festive size

Something should happen somewhere

As I need to sell info with gear

So that at least today we can fulfill our hunger

As this age of eleven is not a big wonder (9–11)

Someone on the streets

Said we need to be protected

For the future of east

They took us to orphanage

Where everything was fine

With a show peace and Show time

Someone on the streets

Said we need to be protected more

For the future of east

So they took us to home

Were emotion was the trade mark

How much work we have to do

In the absence of the lady

Was a big question mark?

They took us as a dirty blood

As the real blood went to school

And we were left in the kitchens

Where broom act as a hunter

In each summer and winter

Blood shreds from the sky

Where each corner tells me to cry

For god sake I need my streets again

To hug my mother for a rain

As this age fourteen

Giving me unbearable pain

I need my streets again

On the streets again……haaaa (11–14)

Hari Das

Innocent face of humans are children s .we got every thing in our child hood but some children s are ill fated because they live in streets they are in lost track.we people need to support them to get them into wright track.Next time a child beg in front of u don’t hesitate just give them as much u can If our life is perfect cant we help them too with a little bit effort in our own way.So that these qt little children s can feel flex y towards their life.

May God Bless these children s.

In Support of Child Welfare and Against Child Laboury…Hari Das

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