Street Children

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I'm a passer boy, right? I want to teach street children, to live in general. I do not know what happiness I am on the road to the United States, if I am born in the AC room, then I do not understand the sadness

I earn money in the hand, I know how to fight in the cold winter. Everyday I eagerly ejagadaya I was naked and returned to the house, I live in the house hungry Lakhs of millions of women, and children, if they have children, will have life in case of dowry. Can you give birth to a woman or a mother? The streets are mesmerizing, male and female are great.

Shalisi runs one-rupee flogging five hundred, they are garment and deprived ducks, all ducks !! There is no time for work, only to say, the food is leftovers, and the work is done. What is my identity? Am I male or female? Do not let me see God's promise on me. I grew up in the house of rich people, I grew up in poverty, I am born of poor people, my life is dead. I dance to the rope, your child is in my lap, I am not the father, nor the mother, I am in the dark. Sometimes prostitute is me, sometimes or guardian, I am the mother of the slum, I am inclined in the period