YOUR RELATIONS
Image from Google When your shelter was beneath the flyover And there you slept in the cold without pullover When the street was your place of home And you stood in it to roam When you were the most common labourer And you were a kid's messenger When water was your only food And nothing seemed to be good It looked like you had no relations Who would give you provisions Now you no longer have the pain of poverty And you rejoice everyday in prosperity Just then you see them coming around And their words fill the whole ground They narrate what your mum never told you How they advised your dad to believe in you They tell you their positions in your family And praise you that you act morally "My father is your uncle's cousin" "My mother gave your mother a Christmas chicken" "Your uncle is my nephew's brother" Any of these you don't even remember Instead you are full of doubt 'Cause back when there was no way out...