Sleeping in the misty dark streets
without even the need of blanket sheets
singing aloud to pray for helping hands
closing the day with the sorrowful strands
mingling with the strangers of the night
thinking for some blinking pathway light
why were they destined to beg
sometimes walking on a single leg
don't they feel the scorching sun
as if they exchanged miseries for fun
born as the string of the same nation,
why then only they face the world's inflation
tears are long ago sealed in the eyelids
for they now do not feel crying for their bids
designing our own terrible life in the blazing hell
why not we stop them the instance when they fell
not even the slightest feeling in our heart triggers
why why why they were chosen by fate to be beggars?
SOULS: THE DARK INNER OF ME
souls are not meant to stay within our bodies
lets take them also to the voyage of our alleys
facing them the bad of the baddest is to come
these paths of this life are lot tiresome
let it stand on its weight to man oeuvre these ways
burn themselves and witness their ash ablaze
call them out alot beyond your sweet dreams
world is all armed ,let it hear these screams
blood in the world does not stop to flow
it does not freezes thaw in the winter's snow
our souls should enlighten their own paths
purity is meant to await their seasonal baths
flying in air above the layer of dense clouds
but souls are meant to stay within sorrow crowds
wrap your souls wandering away towards light
oh well we witness another dark cold night
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