The station is his palace, the platform his bed
His life is filled with unmatched freedom, wants it no other
way instead
Armed with his polythene bag, he grinds for his daily bread
Scrounges for plastic bottles, in every shape and size he can
get
Spends everything he has, says no reason to save
He hides from me under the platform stairs, whitener fluid
in hand
Sniffing it all day, it feels being back in his mother's lap
He was six; his uncle brought him to this town he did not
know
Six more years have passed; the life promised is still
unknown
He has no future, just as he has had no past
Still he lives with fervor, with hopes that just forever
last.
-Pranav Kapoor, 1st year
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