We Are The Street Children

A house with corridors that go very far,
A bedroom ceiling of the moon and stars,
Knife and blade for alphabets and numbers,
Movies and brothels for lessons and poems,
Drugs in place of warm clothes and food,
Smelly oil to make us look good…

We are the street children,
Next to your lane,
We die, live and play.

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