A new life flourishing in an old,
roof - leaking, Poverty's hut,
Like in that filthy bog, a beautiful lotus is blossoming but,
I wonder will that lotus ever reach to its true place, the Muse's legs,
Or will it get lost like all others in the bog of poverty & lacks?
Will this lotus drown in this bog in this storm of malnutrition,
Or will it ever be able to get its basic right
- the right of education?
  I don't know, & neither do you all,
Cause this hut is surrounded by the suffocating smoke,
- which is tearing of the new life of this young child born in dark,
Oh wake up & save him, before the door of his life get shut!!!