I beg on all the streets
Before I can feed myself
With leftover, bare and stale,
for my survival.
I lost all care from my parents
I sleep under drainage
I wear dirty and rugged clothes
everybody looks down at me.
I dont know the real
Attachment of my family.
Am i born by a mother or
I'm not a human, with a heart!
if then why they neglect me
they didnt take me a beloved son
Did I have a side effect
Were they asked to treat me that way?
A human being in nature
but an animal in nurture
a perchydermatous in life
I want to retain my freedom
©Weighty pen
Basheer Awwal Idrees(Bashful )
Drbashfulgoodtimes@gmail.com
Edited by Abdul aziz nura (prof)
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