Little Dreams

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After rain, the waters drop
Providing a wet ground
For the footsteps that never stop

In this little wild world
Amidst ignoring eyes
I see two little kids
Being shooed off like flies

One word of compassion
Two morsels so caressing
Could wipe out the tears
These orphans keep dreaming

People have no pity
Still show butter pain
And dusting their touch
Walk along their lane

“Oh! Its time for my leave”
And diminished myself in the crowd
To board the train
Whistling so loud.

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