Lying on the busy streets of Colombo,
Waiting for a penny or two.
Rags as clothes,
And garbage as food.
Waiting for a new day to come very soon.
Teased by men,
Ignored by women.
Kicked out like dogs,
From a shopkeeper's mall.
I still lie around the streets of Colombo,
Waiting to be someone,
Rich, famous but not 'PROUD'.
Because there are still people like us,
Waiting for a dawn,
For their crying miseries
YOU ARE READING
THE BEGGARS DREAM
PoetryThis ain't a story exactly.. Just a poem I put out together based on deep thoughts.. Hope u guys enjoy!!!!!!!
