Being unfailing independent slaves,
Indigents face daunts from knaves.
Once at every night's weeks, they perceive free.
When they party of hookahs & trill under a tree.
After that delighted night, their gloomy days start anew,
For the sake to satisfy hunger, they labor for money and few,
Of destitutes toiled firmly with their bodies in dew,
Expect such an exhausting job, they had not any cue.
Indigents didn't get the conducts for which they deserve,
From 'the people', sweating, tireless works they serve.
- Tanuj
