I being the slum dog,
Couldn’t make my living any better.
I bear the sun, the rain and the fog,
How hard those days never matter.
...
I can see 'it',
by running my hand over them.
I can feel the beautiful colours of 'it'.
I can hear 'it',
...
The Slum Dog
I being the slum dog,
Couldn’t make my living any better.
I bear the sun, the rain and the fog,
How hard those days never matter.
I have got only one thing to do,
That’s how to fill up my tummy.
I know how hard it is to do,
And that I don’t bother even it’s not yummy.
I go round the streets and traffic begging,
It’s just to make up a penny.
I know the days of my starving,
That’s not one or two but many.
I don’t have a proper cloth to cover me,
Even though I am not shy for I need not to be.
I won’t cry for how the other day might be,
For there are many lives out there just like me.