POST LAMP AMBITION

This poem is been inspired from all rag picker kids, who living in streets finds every day home built in widest space where they neither have anything to be stolen nor have valuables worth treasured.they have something called a "dream" and simultaneously a "will" to survive...

                  

Beneath a streetlamp, lives an ambition, An ambition to create a self. The search for self goes on, With hard labor to survive - an invention To survive, with a knee-covering shawl as his possession, And a will to survive is his passion. Neither does he have a hut, nor does he dwell in those haunted mansions, But the will to live with his only possession.

His life barks amongst the rabid dogs, And the desire to live is only fog. All day he searches for a piece of gold in regs, From dawn till dusk, still his ambition isn't fake. Living amongst boars, his life is unique in crores, Endurance with life makes his survival strong, And the Almighty has a way unknown. The predators called life chase him, But he survives to fulfill his dream, And the surreal dream melts his hard life to creams.

School kid's sachet burns his desires and dreams, Love of knowledge and the barrier of dirty sachet, He questioned, "Is this my past birth revenge?" Yet, he's happy and he is sure, Someday he will make those regs into gold.