Yes,
I adorn  clothes their;
torn and worn.
I fill my stomach, leftover;
bitter and wetter.
I have messy hair,cheesy attire;
Dirt hooked up; crime booked up.

Now here;then there.     Searching identity;
everywhere.
Sometimes beaten, sometimes chased.
Running away, where to stay?

Sky is my shelter, bare ground my bed.
When you cry, I mourn;
when you laugh, I sigh!

Watching you, observing you;  I grew up. Saving self, working help;           I grew up.

Dare I choose;                                 If ever I could;                      Complain, compare. 

“This justice, unconditional, worth, not to share”.

Yes,                                                     I am;                                     nowhere near.                        Being like you,                             not in my list.                                  I am in hurry; I am hungry.   With a wish;

” May, I get a Bigger Hit! “