trembling hands knocking the window,
awaiting for a penny to preserve their shadow
fighting with tides, no fear in their minds
hopeful eyes, searching for a kind
time of their nourishment with knowledge,
but palpitating feet seeking for a privilege
bewildering, aiding hands lost in the race ,
fond nobody to make a grin on their face
perplexing,the context is not of a meagre pity,
as its not enough to remove reigning mendicity
something definitely queer from this land,
alarming for the time to tighten the band
flying minds satisfying their own needs ,
left with none to sow a revolutionary seed
everyone indulged in their own pride ,
no one to preserve the flickering side
continuing, with a sign of connotation ,
move ahead to remove the state of pauperisation
