Every day I rise very early in the morning,
My health and wealth is poor from beginning.
I live in a dingy hut
I am scrawny but
There is always a smile brightening my face.
My day begins with a marathon tedious walk to factory,
My daily wage falls immeasurably short of satisfactory.
Factories have strict guidelines
My boss pompously undermines
Somehow I have endured in this murky mess.
An ailing mother, a father worshiping alcohol piously,
In my small hands rest the burden of my family.
Tattered dresses and torn shoe
Guess my bad-luck is unlucky too
No ray of hope yet enters in this sinister life-maze.
So many documentaries and movies are crafted on us,
Debates are organized; politicians make so much fuss.
My condition remains same,
I have got none to blame
Sometimes I wonder if my mourning will ever get less.
I want to develop into a proper human,
Help my country’s growth by any means I can.
I try to study at night
In my hut’s dim light
Even God has stopped showering on me His grace.