We live in pains and sorrows each day and night. We lack of shelters and it lead to our sicknesses, we are unable to see a doctors because we are poor and it lead to our early death. The foods we eats and the waters we drinks are our greatest worries.
Poverty is killing our brothers and sisters.
We don't have access to school so we don't know how to read and write and we ask ourselves where are we heading to.
We don't have jobs and we worries of how our future will become, we called for helps everywhere to everyone but no one responds to us. We don't have value in societies, we are living but everyone consider us dead.
Our hopes are dying, we are tired of living one life days and days we need to stand up and fight to gains economics justice for we the poor.
Love and caretaker: For her, it is me Love and responsibility: For me, it is she Love and togetherness: For her, it is me Love and argument: For me, it is she Love and youth: For her, it is me Love and fun: For me, it is she Love and life: We two, for each other
Me, my life's worship (the word used for worship was Pooja in Kannada)
- A non-resident Kannadiga
ಸ್ನೇಹ ಮತ್ತು ಚಿಂತೆ ಮಾಡೊವನು: ಅವಳಿಗೆ ನಾನೆ ಸ್ನೇಹ ಮತ್ತು ಜವಾಬ್ದಾರಿ: ಅವಳೆ ನನಗೆ ಸ್ನೇಹ ಮತ್ತು ವಿತ್: ಅವಳಿಗೆ ನಾನೆ ಸ್ನೇಹ ಮತ್ತು ದ್ವೇಷ: ಅವಳೆ ನನಗೆ ಸ್ನೇಹ ಮತ್ತು ಯೌವನ: ಅವಳಿಗೆ ನಾನೆ ಸ್ನೇಹ ಮತ್ತು ಮೋಜಿನ: ಅವಳೆ ನನಗೆ ಸ್ನೇಹ ಮತ್ತು ಜೀವನ: ನಾವು ಇಬ್ಬರೂ, ನಮ್ಮ ಇಬ್ಬರಿಗೂ.