I am not asking for the moon…
just a few pennies to jingle in my empty pockets
to prove that I am not penniless
I am not asking for a bungalow…
just a tiny space to curl myself
exhausted from the battle to survive.
I am not asking for a suit of decor…
just a piece of cloth to cover
when searching the garbage for luck…
I am not asking for a feast…
just a mouthful of morsel
to quieten my rumbling belly.
I am not asking for a toy
Just a few moments of childhood
to awaken the childin me.
Yet I knowI am the proud owner
of a piece of earth reserved for me.
Until then this struggle..!
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