this poem describes consultancy a child faces due to situations |
I am a small chap working down the lane My soul is scared with no one to share I am agitated of him, he rags every time Everywhere His decrepit are unresisting With his loud raucous always pinching It's not my fault for that poor deal Which he lost due to his unpaid bills My clans perished in a crash Leaving me with my kinfolk Now I nourish his needs like his custodial, fulfilling his needs Long ago I came here to savor But now I work here with torment In this place I am a small chap working This place is where everyone convene This place is my sustenance This place is the eatery, down the lane, This place is the eatery, down the lane....... |