A poem by Jaideep Singh a management student from Narsee Monjee School of Management, Mumbai. EVERY ONE youth campaigner
As Sun rises in the east,
And I see sky thru wink,
With wish to be sleepy,
With wish to see more night,
I don't wanna rise,
I don't wanna open my eyes.
But Sun ll be on my head,
And I' ll walk on my knees,
I'll smell only waste,
I' ll eat with the flies.
So I start to raise my voice,
to beg enough and suffice,
As I see those gifted kids,
who wipes morsels from the lips,
I see up to the sky
to ask the question ''Why?"
Now, they see my bare chest,
they see my broken legs,
they see my dusty hands,
they see my shabby face,
With the eyes full of pity,
finally they offer me a penny,
World changed for them,
but for me,
It remained the same.
With handful of pennies,
With pennyful of belly,
I am now weak to be wild,
And I' ll turn to die,
Before I breathe my last,
I just wanna you ask,
"Will you save me?"
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