I look up to stare at the cloud,
I'm on my rag,
Beautifully torn but I still wear them.
I'm shivering,
The rain hasn't stopped,
You neither know me nor my story,
Don't act like you do.


I see my brother on the floor crying aloud,
I deny the emptiness of our begging bag,
Who will help them?
Said the old drunkman staggering,
Steal?what if I get mobbed?
You neither know me nor my story,
Don't act like you do.


Death is inevitable,atleast for this crowd,
No food,no shelter,ltheir ives bearing a tag,
No one is ready to help them,
We all act busy,less bickering,
Until we lose it and gain nothing then we say we were robbed,
You neither know their sufferings or pain,
Don't act like u do.

Hmmmm