During the weary day, the sun is my companion,
When night draws by the twinkling stars become my roof overhead;
The constant traffic at the brink of the footpath is a part of my
life now,
I may be one of the children of the streets but I have a vision to
march ahead.
Don't give me that look, dear passer-by,
I will not beg but atleast give me an opportunity to shine;
Behind these shabby, dirty clothes there is a hidden heart of gold;
Yes, we both are the same, even if not blessed with riches by the
divine.
Don't shoo me away or be disgusted by my rags, I'm a human too,
I am a child wandering these streets for love and compassion I never
got;
This life may not have given me a full belly,
But the hope and dreams in my eyes is something the world has forgot.
Life is full of ups and downs I believe,
So what if I started low;
The zest and enthusiasm for life which I have,
Will surely one day make me glow!

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