THE STREET CHILDREN

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On the threshold of the empty street,
I saw the boys,
Hair outgrown,ragged dresses
And faces,black with smoke.

They laugh,they play
Life is but troublesome
Still they laugh,they play
the innocent ones!

I have seen them with
Empty jingling plates,
Out there on the streeets
Begging for money.

The poor ones,
Make both ends meet
They take their lives
As a double rolled film


I find them
 totally different
Their worn out, weary faces
Their pity looks

They don't need our pity looks
Not just love and care
They too have the right to live,
right to learn ,right to come up!                                    

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