Tear they shed ,
Cry they made ,
Each second spend ,
In search of shed
Hands they lay
On food we call stale
Believing it heaven
What actually is hell
No aim no love
No choice, no passion
To live one more day
Is their only mission
To fight for their right
Don’t have sword
But they have excess
Faith in GOD
Their prayers are unheard
Many dues unpaid
We value a stone but not
The blood they shed
For them each day
Is a new struggle
But for us each day
We buy new goggle(s)
They fight each second
For their dear life
They live each day
As balancing a knife
Sparse are the opportunities to study
As night is dark their future
But even we get a chance
We tend to bunk the lectures
They have dream
But no way to fulfill
We have every thing
But no dreams n strong will
Sometimes I think why I am on side ‘WE’
I should have been on side ‘THEY’
Then I would have understood
In better mode life’s way
Cry they made ,
Each second spend ,
In search of shed
Hands they lay
On food we call stale
Believing it heaven
What actually is hell
No aim no love
No choice, no passion
To live one more day
Is their only mission
To fight for their right
Don’t have sword
But they have excess
Faith in GOD
Their prayers are unheard
Many dues unpaid
We value a stone but not
The blood they shed
For them each day
Is a new struggle
But for us each day
We buy new goggle(s)
They fight each second
For their dear life
They live each day
As balancing a knife
Sparse are the opportunities to study
As night is dark their future
But even we get a chance
We tend to bunk the lectures
They have dream
But no way to fulfill
We have every thing
But no dreams n strong will
Sometimes I think why I am on side ‘WE’
I should have been on side ‘THEY’
Then I would have understood
In better mode life’s way
