On this cold winter’s night
Only poor রাস্তা children are in sight
No blankets, no shoes
How on earth will they make it through
Besides their cold faces,
Wet legs and muddy traces.
They stand here all alone
With no umbrella nor a phone.
It’s such a sad sight
To be out, on this cold night,
আপনি should be in বিছানা all nice and tight
Not wet and cold, with no one to hold.
আপনি are precious, were u ever told?
Someone should know
Just where do they go?
For ,it is a sin!
for these poor রাস্তা children.
To be in plain sight
On this cold, wet winters night.
Only poor রাস্তা children are in sight
No blankets, no shoes
How on earth will they make it through
Besides their cold faces,
Wet legs and muddy traces.
They stand here all alone
With no umbrella nor a phone.
It’s such a sad sight
To be out, on this cold night,
আপনি should be in বিছানা all nice and tight
Not wet and cold, with no one to hold.
আপনি are precious, were u ever told?
Someone should know
Just where do they go?
For ,it is a sin!
for these poor রাস্তা children.
To be in plain sight
On this cold, wet winters night.
