shame on me

i saw the life in slum, no time for love
no fun,
no couch to sleep, no shed to hide in sun,

all they need is "not the LOVE", survival is all above,

survival in the flame of indigence,

survival in the game of ignorance,

still they are dying & losing hope,

their trying is not enough to cope,

falling on clay,whenever trying to fly,

slices of broken dreams prick in eyes,

flood of blood, waving when they cry,

but i am unaffected, coz i am gazing to that bun,

bun of my own dreams, for which i have to run,

eternal race but i'll, coz i want that bun,

i'll run across the sea, i'll run over the slum,

albeit i can help them, i won't, coz i don't shame on me,

coz its their own fate & they can't put the blame on me. . . .