Homelss, they played
Thir circuses with smaller ones,
Many begging, abused
Physically, they lived
Almost all their childhood
On the strretr envying
Others with homes,
And parents, always merrily
Cheerfully going
To the school playing
In the palygrounds,
The streets children
Lorded over by
The illegal keepers
In chains inseen, incared
By the society, later on
To become pickpockets,
Knifewielding criminals
The society paying
A dear price, for turning
A face of unconcern,
Then turnign to police
Of their ownto put them
In jails for the innocence
Growing into a menace,
Polluting the very own society.
Ravikiran Arakkal
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