They live, they eat, they sleep
Yes, they breathe on the streets.
With hands to beg
And eyes on the sky
They creep on the streets.
No roofs on head
In monsoon, summer or winds to
freeze
They drench on the streets.
Barefoot children and powerless
mothers
Lost in crowd, they earn living
Faces known till sun is sinking
Waiting to have a death as
blessing
They wait for rising sun on the
streets.
Shout high to make the world
listen
The silent cries that only the
heart listens
Hope for a bright destiny
Can change the fate of poverty
With this faith in the heart
Yes, they survive on the streets.
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