Loitering around the world around
My mysterious calculations strolled round
Standing in the balcony of the seventh floor
As I opened the glass door
Noticed the slum and the small children
Some of them were orphans
They were searching the dustbin
Scrutinizing over the packets of food left in
Finally finding one broken bat and punctured ball
They shouted with joy and rejoiced over its fall
My smile disappeared and I closed the door