What 'we' need?

 Tear they shed ,

Cry they made ,

Each second spend ,

In search of shed



Hands they lay

On food we call stale

Believing it heaven

What actually is hell



No aim no love

No choice, no passion

To live one more day

Is their only mission



To fight for their right

Don’t have sword

But they have excess

Faith in GOD



Their prayers are unheard

Many dues unpaid

We value a stone but not

The blood they shed



For them each day

Is a new struggle

But for us each day

We buy new goggle(s)



They fight each second

For their dear life

They live each day

As balancing a knife



Sparse are the opportunities to study

As night is dark their future

But even we get a chance

We tend to bunk the lectures



They have dream

But no way to fulfill

We have every thing

But no dreams n strong will



Sometimes I think why I am on side ‘WE’

I should have been on side ‘THEY’

Then I would have understood

In better mode life’s way