I was born a few years ago.
Not many years have passed by, being on earth.
Neither do I know how I was born.
Nor if it made my mother happy.
Sometimes, I feel I am a burden to her.
Every street is my home since I was born.
I sleep in the corners and on the hard cement bed.
Read more / Original news source: http://www.thesangaiexpress.com/every-street-is-my-shelter/