I am the child of poverty, hunger is my old friend.,
Hell is where I live, and when think of future it seems dead end.
Yes, I am slumdog, and whole life I have to live in fog,
Food is a commodity that i can't afford,
And i think, life and struggle are in Concord.
My eyes are full of dreams,
When anytime I want, I can eat.
Not a single roof to hide my head
A simple shed is what I want with my milk and bread.
Whether it's cold or raining,
Sleeping on street is my daily habit.
Whether i am sleepy or hungry
I have to go on street for robbery.
("A little light in this foggy life
A little hand to hold me tight
And a guiding force to take me right,
This is what I need
A locker to keep my dreams in hide ")
@अnuराg
©anurag
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