What is life like?
Never-ending battle
Hunger and danger are daily stalkers
Streets are alive with life
Life of starvation and faces of hunger
One sees dustbin sees cooking pot
Hope is torn apart
No freedom from fear
No freedom of choice.
Free to roam the streets

In the midst of squalor and poverty
Amenities persuaded my eyes
Glue is daily bread
Tongue darted in and out,
Stomach den of lions
Roaring day and night
Desperate hand asking money
Begging is the system.
Please means survival,
The word for living