Hounds of the Unheard!

Shy, playful and poor children

Waiting in front of hermits

For food, shelter, love, and respect

How can their houses be safe

Even the rays decided to hit their houses

 Instead of large marble villas

Their pains are written on their faces

Their bodies lack dresses

Will you ever take refuge from the sun and the rains?

Will the world consciousness ever

Resurrect from a deep sleep

Will we ever treat the poor as humans?

Young girls running with temporary boyfriends

Leaving behind their honors

Will they ever get their true place?