What a shame! People like rejected things are lying on footpath, Passers by look at them, but not at their misery and wretchedness; Worldly possessions and sophistication are valueless, Poor fellows don’t have any shelter, nor meal, nor even a loin-cloth to tie. Behold! When roads and footpaths are repaired or reconstructed, These homeless people roll like a ball to take shelter; These are the people Who have been lying hungry and thirsty for a long time. Alas! beggars have a bowl and a voice to beg, The poor have at least something for sometime; People lying on footpath Have not even a broken bowl and a beseeching voice. Ah! in summer, when the sun shines, These people turn over due to parching rays; And in winter, they turn over, In a tattered blanket craving for the rising sun. Oh God! Is this the best creation to you? Rats have burrows, birds have nests, and dogs have pens; Snakes have holes and even criminals have jails; But these people have no proper place on footpath.