I Know Some People

I Know Some People Through thick forest they always move Amidst busy market they always stay Ever busy streets they always trod They don’t move alone But always with a glittering glitter Every blessed day they feel pleasure But because of sympathy they are not happy Even though they ought to be happy They walk through town and gown Just because they must impact Mother of life is what they are Mother of multitude is what they are Mother of generations is what they are Mother of impartation is what they are They walk through dark and dead because of kids They kiss mucus so that there kid would not kick bucket They recollect and correct So as to rebrand and repack These people are the ones you kept awake with your cries They are the ones you denied sleep just because you must snore They are the mother of handsome kings and pretty queens