Slumdogs

We are the children of time That big round clock Arms like arrows Not a minute to be wasted In this precious cycle Of ambition We succeed While hearts bleed Yet we go on and on. Growing up isn't tough Mature before puberty Nature versus nurture A mind like ours is never a child We are born fighters Running full speed Living the modern life 24*7. Childhood was no fairytale Education only for the male Running the household Responsibility of the female. Every mark mattered Couldn't afford to fail We had dreams to go to Yale Lopsided economies of scale. Never heard a nursery rhyme Anything but calculus was a crime Professors of arts and humanities Never earned a dime. Peter Pan a fantasy Charlie's chocolates a forbidden ecstacy Mowgli a triviality Winnie the Pooh served no practicality. Industrious (child) laborers like us Live in a world of reality Where domestic violence is a commonality Amidst high infant mortality. Basic necessities are scarce All the money gobbled up By the fatty Babu's of Our royal municipality. Nasty neighborhood to live in Mass murders ain't a confidentiality Mafia's rewarded for their masculinity No individuality Fear of homosexuality. Dreaming dreams do no harm Waking up punched in the stomach Not aided by an alarm Learning to shoot a gun before ABC My basti had no dearth of firearm Attracting pity is our only charm. Working day and night 50 rupees a month One meal a day Is our only right Reading by the moonlight Whenever free If caught dozing off Whipped brutally by the underdog A terrible affright No FIRs for our measly plight To get out of that clumsy area Is a dream a come true But every Chotu Doesn't have a happy ending. When you are but a mule A tiny part of a big racket Any wrong move And you are smashed like a bee Slammed like a fist Held in a cage Anything but flying free. Gaining independence is rare Thinking of freedom a dare Every chaiwala ain't no Slumdog millionaire.