Mohit! Why the hell is this plastic still here?
You're like unconscious every moment
Don't fade away your funds, stocks and shares
I'm the lord and you're unfortunately a slave
Mohit is a boy among thousands
Who still hears the melancholy of machines
He's also suffering from the only cash
Since childhood till now he's a teen
A boy with chronic and seasonal hunger
A boy deprived of love and education
Just a skeleton sticking to malnutrition
He's still now involved in some substitution
"Oh my sweetie! Would you tell me where you live?"
Asked a kind cop after seizing the factory
"I...I.....I Sir..." Unable to speak
Mohit is now in orphanage
He's uncomfortable with other teenagers of his age
Couples came and observed him
Who would adopt an unfair, shabby child like him?
People passed by
Years passed by
Time slipped away
Mohit was lost in his own grief and pain
Checking his behaviour
Officials transferred him to the mental hospital
His sight is most common weeping and sobbing under curtains and behind rolled carpets..