I am groping in the dark a light of truth;
The light which can shimmer the future of brood
Round the world kids live naked; not by choice but by fate
Striving for food, poor are many
Faint, dull faces struggle for a penny,
Harder they moil, sweating through toil
Lay on earth having food, cloth dearth
Let’s jump into crimes - songs ever chime
Notice them, save them to pierce dark through
The light which can shimmer the future of brood.
Alas! Sand lies on seashore
have plenty of water but throats get sore
Tides come through their heart
Settle through eyes with tears dearth
They imagine in dreams for their brood
Gouping in the dark a light of truth
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