The boy was wandering on the road Inside him carrying a lot of load Refusing him won’t help me to hoard Yet I denied in a silent mode…

He had a very innocent gesture His grief was easy to capture Still everyone gave him a lecture He felt guilty hearing such harsh texture…

So miserable was his sight I wonder if I was right He has slept hungry many night(s) I could have been a bit polite…

In fact they do not deserve our hate They are too young to earn some wage ra