Tokaai
by তোমার কবি

Why are you abused on the street?
“I was so hungry did not eat,
I had stolen a butter-bun,
Could not pay bill I have none.”

Where do your parents live?
“I don’t know them please believe,
They never loved me, treatd as wild
I live in a slum from I child,
People always call me a Tokaai”
Then, I felt very sad and shy
I left that place with sad mind
Played role as society, acted blind.

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