Collect me from the Bin...

I promise to not let any more pain...

Oh Mom !! If you permit me to call you so,

just the smell here isn't any great.

My nose' s become red, hands with some bruises,

and no, it's not you...

The sweeper din't know I was here, when he came to dispose the iron-sheets.

Just that my hand doesn't reach my mouth and with no teeth,

the left-over food 'given' to me here won't be filling,

the water, I thought poured here was the barking Tomy's

and was kind of salted.

I was told, I would get very sweet milk, maybe from you or maybe I don't know,

Quite alienated I am new to this place.

I awaited so much for the milk.,but maybe

it just slipped outta your mind to consider my presence,

O Mom.,I won't ask for it again and again

but a plea to listen to my voice, someone please get Mom hear me.

Oh somebody just slapped a yellow peel over my face, i guess it's the banana's

Oho, nobody realises there could be someone like me.

And this Tomy's leg on the orange peel poured out an eye-burning liquid,

hope i still will be able to see you, Mom..

How will i even recognise you when you come to take me back after you are done with your work,

COme here please before that aunty takes with many others like me !!

Collect me from the Bin!!

Am waiting...