Living in the streets
Playing with pebbles
Wearing sun rays
They fly in rainy days
Dusty hair, dusky skin
And dried lips, all are akin
To shallow life
Live by a tycoon's wife;
Sky bent down to kiss them
In sheer joy Earth lifts them,
It's nothing but a divine game
Pain adoring their eye lids
Tears, best friend of street kids
They need hopes, love and wings
They're heaven's innocent dreams