I being the slum dog, <br /> Couldn’t make my living any better. <br />I bear the sun, the rain and the fog, <br /> How hard those days never matter. <br />I have got only one thing to do, <br /> That’s how to fill up my tummy. <br />I know how hard it is to do, <br /> And that I don’t bother even it’s not yummy. <br />I go round the streets and traffic begging, <br /> It’s just to make up a penny. <br />I know the days of my starving, <br /> That’s not one or two but many. <br />I don’t have a proper cloth to cover me, <br /> Even though I am not shy for I need not to be. <br />I won’t cry for how the other day might be, <br /> For there are many lives out there just like me.<br /><br />Sai Chandra Priyanka kona<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-slum-dog/
