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Some people are dwelling,
They are very poor people.
Cold airs are blowing,
Even then they are there.
They have blankets,
And kindle the fire to keep themselves warm.
Their home is made of nothing,
But the sky is their open home.
Three men are sleeping,
After the work has exhausted them much.
The dogs are hanging around,
And they bark at nothing.
There is a pak near their boundary,
But can't offer them any good shelter.
There is a big crossing nearby,
Even under that some people sleep.
The kids are playing here and there,
They are not worried about their future.
Sound of vehicles make a noise,
But their poorness doesn't let it reach them.
A young girl is having a confab with a small boy,
There must be a story which amuses the boy.
The night is fallen,
But they get light from street-lights.
Whom will they ask for help?
Because nobody is their own in this world.
They have to earn their earnings,
By begging for money before the rich.
14-01-2008
Pushkar Bisht
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