It’s not about only the slums
It’s where every poor comes
It’s not about poverty it’s about heart
Today’s millionare became so smart
Care is a word of some socialite
Where the middle-classed stance split
Struggling with politics of workforce
The condition becomes more worse
When BiG shots use them as slaves
Still not fencing their huts and caves
Which breaks and sometimes drown
the flood pour or drizzle comes down
sleeping on the footpath in a winter night
only philanthropist understand their plight
some wash the cars some polish the shoes
some aids us but we never look at their bruise
we make, movies on them and promises
not a single fulfilled of all the noises
Don’t give sympathy only,it’lln’t sway
It is empathy that’ll give anguish a ray
Rise above your senses and think
What can happen in just a blink
