Just look at the people who live with their family on the road
With not a care in this world as they share each other's load.
You can see the immense joy on the small child's face
Little clothing he has, but still keeping up with the pace.
What an aroma you can get when it is time for the women to cook
Simple and tasty food, no taking recipes from a cookery book.
Children finish their studies and then come out to have fun
They love to play on the road and how fast they can run.
When it is very chill at night, around the fire they all gather
Keeping themselves warm and trying to brave the cold weather.
We sit inside our homes warmly clad and wear slippers on our feet
These poor people are all huddled together without even a bed sheet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good effort, sharing concern for the homeless who leave the safety of the villages and come to cities chancing their luck. People on the pavement could have been a better Title. A good poem but with scope for improvement.