Slum

There was many starving faces

Apart from luxur apart from graces

Some were suffering some were crying

Situation was pathetic they all were dying

There was nothing to give them cheer

They were totally grasped with fear

Trash was their heaven of life

And life is killing them as knife

There was many wrinkled faces

Apart from luxur apart from graces.

There life is not life but a hell on sword

They are still waiting for mercy of lord

Silence is there with deep down pain

They are filled flaws and totally insane

There was many starving faces

Apart from luxur apart from graces