Born in slum

All cloths of mine are well torn

Though from months there’s one i have worn

My shoes are undone but i won’t complain

As tey don’t have laces, which could be blamed.

I am nonchalant, but a bit numskull

I stroll like a pooch in the evening sun

My life isn’t ful of zest and fun

My only mistake is, i was born in slum.

With a glimpse of this place hideousness is defined,

I liar i would be if i say i love it

When i beg people say “go to hell”

It might be better than where i dwell.

Every other day i feel more worthless

But there’s not a soul who cares.

Satchel and bags i too dream of them

But living in dreams is just not fair.

I do bath daily in the filthy water of sea

That threatens to swallow my mud house

My future is tumultous i can foresee

Everyday the sea sings dirge for me.

It’s ridiculous to say but i’m jealous of dogs.

There stomach gets more food than mine

I fight them in the slum’s bog

For a half eaten pie to dine.

Ain’t i a human? Don’t i have the right to survive?

Even i’ m a living creature whom god has gifted life

Oh god! Won’t oyu give support to this lame,

Show some benevolence; don’t let me be who i am.