On this cold winter’s night
Only poor सड़क, स्ट्रीट children are in sight
No blankets, no shoes
How on earth will they make it through
Besides their cold faces,
Wet legs and muddy traces.
They stand here all alone
With no umbrella nor a phone.
It’s such a sad sight
To be out, on this cold night,
आप should be in बिस्तर all nice and tight
Not wet and cold, with no one to hold.
आप are precious, were u ever told?
Someone should know
Just where do they go?
For ,it is a sin!
for these poor सड़क, स्ट्रीट children.
To be in plain sight
On this cold, wet winters night.
Only poor सड़क, स्ट्रीट children are in sight
No blankets, no shoes
How on earth will they make it through
Besides their cold faces,
Wet legs and muddy traces.
They stand here all alone
With no umbrella nor a phone.
It’s such a sad sight
To be out, on this cold night,
आप should be in बिस्तर all nice and tight
Not wet and cold, with no one to hold.
आप are precious, were u ever told?
Someone should know
Just where do they go?
For ,it is a sin!
for these poor सड़क, स्ट्रीट children.
To be in plain sight
On this cold, wet winters night.
