Walking on a street, I see people are sleeping,
lying on their blanket, they spend a whole day.
Standing at the snack shop, I see an woman comes to me,
holding her baby in her arms, she asks for money.
What should be blamed for this?
Who's gonna be blamed for this?
I think there is something.
I think there is someone.
They need some changes.
They need some help.
because this is not their fault,
this is not their mistake,
this should not be natural.
Then suddenly , naked child crossed over me.
How can I stay here for a while?
How can I stare at the child?
How can I be scared of this situation?
How can I escape from the reality?
Sleeping under the fan,
I complained many bugs in my room.
I just remembered this afternoon,
when I was walking on a street,
I saw people were sleeping.
I couldn't sleep at the night
and I was not happy.
I just remembered the lady holding her baby,
what's she doing now?
What makes me happy,
what makes her happy.
I think it's different.
It's really different.
Some changes make them happy.
Some help make them happy.
but what can I do for them?
What should I do for them?
What should they get from us?
Then suddenly, the naked child crossed in my mind.
How can I stroll here for a while?
How can I ignore the child?
How can I crawl on my bed?
How can I cry for the reality?
What should be blamed for that?
Who's gonna be blamed for that?
I believe there is something.
I believe there is someone.
They should be changed their life.
They should be helped their life.
because this is not their fault,
this is not their mistake,
they should not keep living on the street.
How can I? How can I?
How can I stay here for awhile?
How can I stare at the people?
(without hands, without legs.)
How can I be scared of this situation?
How can I escape from the reality?
How can I stand here for awhile?
How can I stare at the children?
(with thin arms and legs, with big belly)
How can I be scared of this situation?
How can I escape from the reality?
But everybody escapes, and so did I
and what about you?
But everybody pretends not to see, and so did I
and what about you?
But everybody thinks not to be blamed
and so did I and what about you?
But everybody is everybody,
and I am I,
and you are you.
How can we?
written on 18th October at Calcutta, India.
Based on the real event and character.
The situation may have been changed now though...
