Children of the rag pickers,
Childhood lost in picking
Garbage to support their parents,
Rocks are their toys,
Still, their eyes gleam,
With life’s little joys.
They learn so quickly,
Even tough English words,
No dresses, no precautions,
Living lives like free birds
Day and night, they listen to,
Abuses and screams,
Still, all they want to do is study.
They have such big dreams,
I feel both proud and helpless,
These kids face so much loath,
Walking through life without slippers,
These wonderful children of rag pickers
