Born and brought up in dingy wells
Ran asd drenched in the windy rains
They are beautiful with unaccustomed smiles
They are generous with realistic attitudes
Clothes and jewels don't bother them
Satisfied with a Loaf and some drops of rain
They find peace within  themselves
begging doesn't seem to hassle them
Satisfied without glitters and diamonds
The streets become there home and roads their beds
They are the children of the streets
Born and brought up in dingy wells
They run and drench in the windy rains....