Hunger

We die for bread

We share with street dogs.

We love street dogs.

We are street boys.

We are bastard

We lost our dignity

We lost our identity.

We have nobody

We have dustbin

We collect our bread from there

We share with Dogs.

Dogs are our friends

We love dogs

We are amazing

We are friendly

Will you sit with us?

You will run away I know

You have parents

You have money

You have education

You have tribe

We have nothing

We can not go with you

You come once in a year for sympathy

That's now life

That's just to show off in media

We do understand that.

We play in the dust bin

We sleep in a dust bin

We are addicted to the dust bin

Dirty foods are our daily meals

We die in the street like neglected Dogs

We are not humans

We evolved from animals

Do not look at us

Forget us 

Enjoy your life

But yes come to us once a year.

We get good food at least that day for once.

We are drug addicts

The drug is our god

It makes us laugh

It makes us cry

It is amazing

Will you taste it?

You ran away from the smell

Well,that's our comfort

That's our heaven

I need to go to the dustbin for breakfast.

I am hungry now

Hunger is our external force.