With beads of sweat on his head
Bearing all his father's loans
he didn't know where his future lead
His feet was bruised
His hands so rough
No matter how hard he tried
He coudn't get out of his life so tough.
Looking at the busstand
Full of children shouting
And walking hand in hand
He couldn't stop crying.
Wiping away his tears
He decided to face the reality
And laughed away his fears
silently accepting the verdict of almighty
His torn shirt and uncombed hair
His gloomy eyes with hopes in them
Spoke of his life not so fair
But determined to reach what he dreamt
He dreams and dreams of a better world
where he could study and stand high
there is a duty for us to behold
and stop the tear from coming in his eye..
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