I grew up in the dustbin,
My life destined to be a ragamuffin,
No one to bother about me,
No one to hear my unspoken plea,
I am sad, tired and weary,
My days and nights are dark, lonely and dreary,
My arms and legs long for rest,
My aching body daily put to test....
I want some peace and quiet,
And some broad daylight......
Someone to take care of me,
Someone to fill me with happiness and glee,
I just want to be treated kindly,
And not to turn away from me blindly.......
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