Footpath

Below that concrete

Dark, dirty and hard to breathe,

Yet they burn

Each flame by turn.

With Slates that Was

Chalk and duster in class

Hands those were

A whole day in the daily war.

Days are plucked

Picked and challenged

Heading against the weather

They would promise each other.

A future Not so better

Some basic needs too far.

Love has its own way

With Dirt has grown so Gray

Heat in winter

And rolled for summer.

Hold the bond

Shuttle up and get abscond

God, They know

May cast His shadow.

He would lie

For every souls and undie

Happy, if you can be

Wish, the smile is on me.

Have their own rich

Down the whole city is

For him, a scream

Lost hope in their dream.