I like to travel to places,

As I find people running life races.

Each of them has their own story,

Driving their life like the driver of a lorry.

Situation can be understood by their faces.

Human life turns as moon changes its phases.

These people are not celebrities to be noticed,

But they teach lessons which cannot be practiced.

People strive for their living,

Some find it’s better to be begging.

No fuel to cook daily food,

So search in forest for wood.

Mothers don’t pamper their child,

There is no one to care or to guide.

Empty stomach made them cry,

Summer made even their throats dry.

Apart from this I find some,

They waste their money in the rum.

Many people work whole day for bread,

Who care even if they are dead?

World find dogs and cats more valuable,

People are cared for when they are usable.

Who should I say and why?

Everyone knows only to say goodbye.