Below poverty line,
a boy leads his life.
Poverty makes his dream colourless.
He don't know what is the colours of happiness.
Last night, i saw a poem lay down beside the dustbin.
Lay down beside a dog, wast product, beside the used napkine.
The poem don't know his identity.
Who is his creator?
When i reach at the landmark.
I see on my back.
Everybody take love from me.
I want to walk on this road again.
Let their be light.
How much light reach here?
Don't ask it.
God is busy now, with his dream.
Some man are like the sun.
They want to start a new day by removing darkness.
History of change,
The world history.