Just another hungry, cold and rainy day

Oh dear kind soul in the big fancy car will you,
Please spare me some change, give a rupee or two,
Its 10 degrees Celsius, I walk barefoot on concrete,
No sweater, just a ragged shirt, the rain wets my feet,
I think of the roofless shack I spend cold nights in,
We’re ten children, all malnourished and thin,
My stomach rumbles, I haven’t eaten in days,
If it were Friday, the masjid would feed us strays,
But its not, so I feel faint, I wander the street,
Begging for money, sustenance not even a treat,
I’m eight years old I wish I were in school,
I wish I were clothed and not a dirty fool,
I wish I had food to feed my ailing mother,
Improve the lot of me and my little brother,
But it’s just another hungry, cold and rainy day,
There’s nothing I can do except beg and pray.