Streets - My Home

I was born in these stinky streets,

Play with the old broken toys,

And use the tattered underwear.

The bins feed me occasionally,

For the dogs are quicker than me.

I learnt to wrap the remaining food,

With the unclean and crumpled newspaper, which I can’t read.

I use the plastics which you can’t use anymore,

To keep me warm in this bitter cold.

I have the liberty to defecate anywhere I like,

For my mother has no privacy to pee.

I sleep where you and I spit,

And live with my polluted birthright.

And after so many years of living in this paradise,

You give me a house that you abandoned long back,

My dear Sir and My dear Madam,

I am sorry, I can’t leave this holy land.