The boy under the sky
In the shaggy little wear,
He was under the sky being bare,
When the world cuddled under the roof,
He was under the roof of cloud,
And upon the cold blanket of floor.
And later after dawn,
He was near the horn,
Asking for food and worn,
He was denied by many,
Given bits of money by few.
He was deprieved to fulfil his dreams,
He was denied to go to school,
He was asked to beg,
To make his family stand on their own legs,
And to fulfil the stomach of his youngs.
He had lost his naughtiness of childhood,
His childness was buried,
Under the shoulders of responsibities,
Being the oldest of all the children,
He had to be the stick of the old widow mother,
And had to bear all the responsibilities like a father