Though I am not alone by birth
But I do not have a shelter in this earth...
I don’t know who are my mother and father
Like me there are many other(s)
We have never seen, mamma’s love and dad’s anger…
We spend many nights in hunger…
We are known as street children…
We spend our days in pavement, parks or in gardens…
We never get any kind of love or respect…
Tell me God? Where is our mistake?