aashishameya
06-20-2007, 02:14 AM
Living in the streets
Playing with pebbles
Wearing blanket of sun rays
They fly like cloud in rainy days
Dusty hair, dusky skin
And dried lips, all are akin
To shallow life
Live by a tycoon’s wife;
Sky bent down to kiss them
In sheer joy Earth lifts them,
It’s nothing but a divine game
Pain adoring there eye lids
Tears, best friend of street kids
They need hopes, love and wings
They’re heaven’s innocent dreams
Playing with pebbles
Wearing blanket of sun rays
They fly like cloud in rainy days
Dusty hair, dusky skin
And dried lips, all are akin
To shallow life
Live by a tycoon’s wife;
Sky bent down to kiss them
In sheer joy Earth lifts them,
It’s nothing but a divine game
Pain adoring there eye lids
Tears, best friend of street kids
They need hopes, love and wings
They’re heaven’s innocent dreams