Dressed up in rags from top to bottom
with wide gaping holes and missing buttons.
Garbage to others which now houses their body
i see them everyday but know nobody.
When the bell rings to end my class
i see these kids screaming alas.
Filling the pavement in a few seconds
here comes the wave of the street legends.
Grabbing my pants and asking for a penny
i show them my empty pocket with no sign of any.
They don't run away but give a smile in return
like an actor having his mask being knitted.
A new face everyday with the old folk you see
happy with ragged clothes and food infected by fleas.
Their parents don't care whether they live or die
they put them to work and rest all day nearby.
One of them one day asked me in utter curiosity
'where is this place you all call university'.
Feeling bad for him i asked why did he even bother
he smiled and said ' I want a better life than this brother'.
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