On sunny days,
They could be seen on the roadsides
Under the sun rays
On which their full skin shines
Like the morning stars
Their piercing eyes begging for food
Searching like scavengers
All in a bad mood
So dehydrated, so malnourished
Wondering why the world is so mean
Therefore, their pain unleashed
As hungry children could be seen
With floods of tears.

On rainy mornings,
You will see them soaked
As the morning injects them with cool breeze
Shivering in their emancipated bones
Places they call home water-logged
Sadness written all over their faces
The cold making sicknesses detoriate more
Unwashed bodies so offensive surfaces
As they wander aimlessly,
A miion questions floods their minds
Trying hard to digest them successively
Is life in poverty worth living?