As a homeless boy,
with no past or future.
Trying to live life with joy,
his body he'd nurture.
As time slowly snailed by,
he believed in his inner strenght.
He knew he wouldn't die,
he'd prove this at great lenght.
All he need's is a good plan,
stay strong be a man.
He will get his home one day,
I believe in him, I will pray.
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I would like to translate this poem
homeless but strong...nice dave...love...nalini