so this is how the world is,
Even the skies find it difficult to believe this,
This hopeless boy roaming in the street,
Day and night with nothing to eat,
Even the mountains moan in pain,the death of his parents living him with no gain,
This hopeless boy sleeps in anger and wakes up in hunger,
His dreams being shuttered,
Because of these pains he suffered,
Hope one day nature will remember this boy and grant him his joy.
