We...

Poor families

Old furniture

Few people

Feeble hands

Broken parts

Damaged head

We, my son myself and Him



Who is the reason

We searched over world

But later found

Our graciousness



We let people eat away

We never said blamed any



But truths flew from

Our hands

We kept silent

We, my son myself and Him



We know what we are

We never proud to be so

The world seeks us

To clear their sins

As toilet commod

You spill water on your sin

And flush in our homes…………



jessy jacob