I wake up, it’s still dark 

Staring right out,

From my window’s arc,

I couldn’t dream, Again! 


Stepping out for work, it’s seven,

Other kids on their way to school,

While they hold their pencils,

I hold a shovel,

And I’m just eleven,


Reaching the mines,

Dig out the coal,

Day and night,

Like a purposeless soul,


Breaking bread, once a day,

Calming the hunger again,

Saying – not today,


Reaching back home tired,

I get under the covers,

Thinking about,

What all I could be…


I dream of a perfect childhood

I hope for a better tomorrow…

But dreams & hope?

Something that’s not in my Destiny…