beggar's cry - dixit bhatta

When the storm heads the way,
And the hail comes down,
Searches a shelter to stay
But all efforts are blown

Dreams scattered
Hopes shattered
Wanders,
Around In the street

Ponders,
Why are some born poor?
And some rich
Some gets to sleep in delight
And some are left with endless night
Why
Some cry in torment
Some smile in enjoyment
Out cried in anguish
Oh god
Why did you distinguish?
Looks up to the heaven
Asking for reply
Heaven has no time
For beggar’s cry