Atleast Pay For Our Stomach

Frozen in the darkness

Of the Ocean,

Yes that Ocean, which has

The thunder of Volcanoes

And lava of Cloud bursts.

Everyday is a Year-long,

Bonded we are to the Lords,

Those lords, who can hear penny counts

And not our Voice,

Let alone our Hunger.

We make your festival shine with sparklers,

We coat our hands with Metal oxides,

Stretching all days through the week.

And you do celebrate May day and Children's day,

Atleast ask our Lord to pay for Our Stomach.