Wait for hope, another sunshine,
Screams un opened, ache suppress,
Tears hold in eyes, cry less whine,
Penniless life eked out with depress,
Roving on the way with shoeless feet,
Spent dreadful life in great poverty,
Staring at shop for seeking of Sweet,
Sleep tight in roofless sovereignty,
Playing in downy mud, and quag,
Whether it's a winter or summer scorch,
These innocent child utter no nag,
Pass rest of their journey with single torch,
Being empty pockets and hands,
No mean to them for which they can,
Buy things of choice and colorful bands,
Scenario, the same for all poor clan,
Their life is full of burdensomeness,
Where no calm or rests exist,
Dawn to dusk with onerousness,
Embrace the hurdles, thorns and curvy twist.
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