I caught a glimpse of his eyes
Longing for a dole of bread once or twice
Amidst this fancy pleasure of life
Exists a world dull, dim and of evil strife
Seized with a terror that is full of fear
Creature’s swollen eyes shed innumerable tears
Sheer, stark, and aching terror
Screwed life as of broken mirror
This fancy glamour is not what they need
Just a dole of bread for themselves to feed
The aching heart, the tangled life & poor’s unheard cry
Can we all join hands and give a selfless try?
To make them free from the clutch of catacombs
And life in these dingy cells as dark as tombs
Who are we to make their life blurry?
Rather to free them from all those unwanted worry
Let’s endure their pain and join this community
Pay them a charming smile by following the values of humanity
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