Slum Boy...
Slum Boy...


I am slum boy
I wear torn clothes and play with broken toys
My house is made out of rusted iron and garbage
In rainy days there is the tinny tiny problem of leakage
The heat is unbearable in summer
For going to common toilet with rusty door and broken lock I’ve to become a hummer
I wear the same worn-out clothes for days
Within the gigantic tower in front of our slum, I try to find my way
I go to a school which is barely a building
Where for allegedly better lives
we are preparing
I don’t even have the luxury of being sick or tired
Thankfully with abundant perseverance, I have been wired
People say that I even stink many times
But the scent of my hard-work I wear with pride
I am no saint and have certain cheap tricks up my sleeve
But I am a dog, whose day will surely come, I believe
And whatever may be the era poverty will never go out of style
So bearing the burden of this world, I try to distribute hope with my smile...