The streets of Delhi, is where I was born,
The streets of Delhi, is where I shall belong.
I have a face, I have a name,
I have feelings and I have a life.
I have never known, the meaning of home,
I have a family, but I shall remain forever alone.
I can see the misty eyes of my family,
I can see the empty plates on their hands,
I can see their blank faces,
And I brood over my melancholy life.
I hear myself scream,
When I am alone,
Then I wake up,
I feel my son’s cold feet,
I look, at the endless skies,
And tears roll down my eyes.
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