Playing amidst the rubble,
Working on the streets,
My problems, each day double,
With so many losses and defeats.
One wants an end to such a life,
Where you don’t get anything despite the fact you
strive.
My home is the pavement on the street.
My roof, the scorching sun’s heat.
My comfort, the splashing water on my face.
My life is the passing of the days.
My shoes, the blisters on my feet.
My hunger is the love that I need.
Life has given me so much pain.
I fell down time and again.
Still I never did moan or groan.
Instead, I challenge life to face it alone.
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