
Standing in a long queue
All for a bus.
Waiting at the tap
To have few drops
of water.
That's the beauty of life.
Facing the scorching sun
Peasants whole day
Begging at the station
Those hapless children
for breads
That's the beauty of life.
A crying widow of husband
Who just died.
Sleeing under the sky
The homeless ones
on the pavement.
I know
you are not one of them.
.
All for a bus.
Waiting at the tap
To have few drops
of water.
That's the beauty of life.
Facing the scorching sun
Peasants whole day
Begging at the station
Those hapless children
for breads
That's the beauty of life.
A crying widow of husband
Who just died.
Sleeing under the sky
The homeless ones
on the pavement.
I know
you are not one of them.
.

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