Children Of Street Five

They are the children of street five

For every penny, they fight

Fight with their fellow mates

Who all are less than eight

Barefoot they trot in street five

And sleep on the ground during the night

 

Torn rags they have to wear

And live in slums which need repair

The condition of their slums is unhealthy

and a bit clumsy

It is marked by roofs falling down

On another side of the hill is the posh town

 

In the scorching heat, they go out

To fill their empty bowls

So that they don't have to see their father's frown

Since noon they haven't eaten

Yet funny faces they make

 

People order them, harass them to go away

For them, it is the right way

So in the heaps of garbage they search money

but could not find a single penny

 

Their legs were trembling with fear

Beatings, thrashings they have to bear

No one is for them to care

To raise their voice they don't even dare

 

Their agony is very deep

Human needs a heart to peep

And transform their parents' beliefs

So that their sorrows sweep

 

They are the children of street five

They all are my nation's pride