No One behind him,none with him
            No anguish ,no sorrow to follow him
            No  family ,no foes,only wanders like him
            No expectation of love and sharing
      
           Will he be hindering and building his ways
           Will he be desperate or smiling over circle
           How long he'll survive on leftovers
           Who'll be with him ,when he's sleeping on payment?

           As mother and father holding the hand of child passes
           He eagerness fixes his rolling eyes in dismay
           Thinking of home he left showing no difference
            Right now things working with no wonder
           
           What's a perception of this child
           Without remembering the beautiful days
           A mature child with all bad days
           Unknowing drowsed in drugs and sex
          
           Who'll show him life of faith and wisdom
            Though he mayn't be wanting that
             No's the life of trackless he's walking
             He shouldn't leave the world unknowing
             There's beauties in life itself