Street Child
I am a child of a street
Noone cares to give me a treat
I never get balanced food to eat
And neither I get mat to sit.
I am said to be very bad
As I was brought up just like a cat
People make us go mad
By saying things about us so sad.
Whenever I think of a mother
Who was she everytime I wonder
Then I feel the sky thunder
And think that it reminded me I don’t have father and mother.
I like it. If your really that and feel so, i woulda like to invite to me, to go the path of Life with me.