In this crowd of
people,
Lies a vibrant smile.
Taking boys he moves,
He’s 27 and boys 9,
10, 11… of age.
On the dusty roads,
To find a place,
Just for his poor
little boys.
People call him mad,
As he runs like a
fool with his boys,
He dances and plays
with them.
He goes begging from
place to place,
Walking an extra mile,
Bearing every burden
he can,
Just for his poor
little boys.
Nothing could stop
him,
He believes he has
the heavenly mother with him.
He gives in his 100%,
Health is not a
concern for him,
It’s his passion,
Just for his poor
little boys.
Looking at this
personality,
I ask myself a
question,
Can I also be crazy
like this man?
Who worked till his
end?
Just for his poor
little boys.
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