A beggar's life!

I woke up from my sleep,
as if coming back alive,
hearing my stomach shriek,
i remember, like a lightening strike

Its the third day! i'm hungry
not a morsel of food, to eat.

People come, and people go,
I don't remember a single face,
some even pass by me, so close,
but none a friend nor a relative, are they?

Its the third day! I'm hungry.
not a morsel of food, to eat.

On these days, in the afternoon heat,
with nothing on my foot to wear
waiting to get something to eat,
I stand by the temples and fairs

Its the third day! I'm hungry.
not a morsel of food, to eat..

A time, there was,even i had a family,
Mother, so loving , gave me food,
Its long gone, now just a memory
Father worked hard, to earn these goods.

Its the third day! I'm hungry.
not a morsel of food, to eat..

Sometimes I wander around, in the city,
stopping by  malls, hotels and bakeries,
 thrown at me, at times - stale food or a penny,
enough for the day to eat, to my hearts merry

But today..
Its the third day! I'm hungry.
not a morsel of food, to eat..

my head feels heavy, I'm about to faint,
be it unconsciousness, be it death.
Poverty - the reason for my family's disdain,
also the reason for my ordeal and mirth.

Its the third day! I'm hungry.
not a morsel of food, to eat..