Streets: the Maze and Mushrooms

On the streets clinging to cars, Those smiling faces, sulky little palms. Skeletal structures and lifeless gestures, Declaring that even starvation is marred. Pleading for some help and attention. They don’t understand ethics or declension! Crowding over food like vultures on corpse. The tussles and struggles make them ruthless and crass. Leaky roofs and stinking beds. Humiliation, Hunger, Rape and violence. Sanitation, Hygiene, sufferings and never-ending trails. Dry taps and stagnant clogged ground. Aimless days and sleepless nights. Shrinking space and creeping dearth. Pool of siblings under every shed. Clusters of mushrooms in the maze, Nurture only miseries and haze. No emotions, love or sacrifice! Surviving in the depths of despair! There is just one hope in their eyes! Your mercy is what they seek and entice! No, they don’t need food, They don’t need your sympathy. Just hold their hand, And give them an opportunity. Yes, they aren’t willing, they need to be pushed. For ages, their lives have revolved only around food! All they understand is compromise and bargains. We have to hone and educate, for them we have to raise the curtain! Together we grow, together we expand. Let’s make a beautiful home, let’s make it certain! We don’t have to do too much, It is just about “sharing hands!”