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In the traffic I was sitting inside my car I saw a

In the traffic I was sitting inside my car
I saw a kid through window not so far
Wearing the clothes that were torn
All you can hear was the noise of horn

I was wearing the jacket
And that kid was trapped in racket
He was forced to beg
At the age in which he should have school bag

Beg money for their survival
They were partial naked in this winter arrival
I wonder of their parents
But they too were forced by their grandparents
In the traffic I was sitting inside my car
I saw a kid through window not so far
Wearing the clothes that were torn
All you can hear was the noise of horn

I was wearing the jacket
And that kid was trapped in racket
He was forced to beg
At the age in which he should have school bag

Beg money for their survival
They were partial naked in this winter arrival
I wonder of their parents
But they too were forced by their grandparents