Today I am here,
Crying while sitting on the chair,
From where these tears come,
Feeling like I am so dumb,
This world is speaking behind my back,
How to stop my tears? Is there any hack?
It\'s not only about me,
Even the poor people are not free,
Those screaming voices in my ear,
Turned into my fear,
They are living on the road,
Their head is full of load,
No matter whether it\'s winter, rainy or summer,
They are unable to cover,
They are asking for some food,
People kick them out ! Isn\'t it rude,
They don\'t have money ,
Dehydrated body when it\'s sunny,
Few are selling balloons, few are collecting plastic bottles,
This war of life only they can handle,
Please change their life,
Their everyday life is like cutting themselves with a knife ,
Is there anything I can do ?
Isn\'t this story true?