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Slum Boy...

Slum Boy...

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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... 



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