Those young terrified legs followed the deserted footprints in the dark
Childhood offered them a hollow euphoria which only kindled once or twice.
Those twinkling little hands worked on homes and sites instead of playing in the park
Childhood offered them a pain so potent that they never saw the dreams of paradise.
Some experienced hunger and some were homeless at nights
Facing the rubble and troubles of life their days took a hundred turns.
The discriminating wand of our muscular society inflicted them with racial bites
No literacy touched their hearts and their race and caste suffered countless burns.
– Muzaffar Ahmed