Uncommitted Crime

Oh, the uncommitted crime,

By grace, that no one face.

Bulging pot, sunken eyes 

Wondering heart, starving carving.

Nevertheless I know,

Why I am here.

Hope for the sight of giggle of penny,

Swallow a meal like honey.

Peeping the luxury golden 

And silver insight,

Wondering why me, in the shit

Of poverty.

Oh, the uncommitted crime,

By grace, that no one face.

Nevertheless I know,

I need to survive.

Under the twinkling roof,

Feel my dreams lay in ashes.

My fate of life,

Sits on the edge of knife,

And gulp sad sight.

Awaiting for “ Lady Luck”

Might choose,

And success stories among us,

One seldom does hear...