A human of sand
A heart of stone
Your problem is problem,
Other's is useless thrown
Want to do something,
But afraid of clone
Want to raise voice,
But afraid to be thrown
Having life like a broom
Afraid to die like a troop
Reality of world is shown to her
Reality of face is drawn to her
Need to have justice
But afraid to die
In this disgust, she daily cry
She daily dies...…