Either Where we are, we can't choose , But what we have, we don't want to lose. Walk on a street of a prominent city, You will see the world real misery. Where Beggars are singing and dancing, Who have every thing they are Glancing. Every corner of footpath hold its history, Full of tragedy and shrouded in mystery. Where some live in a worldly flow, Some have Hardship for a dough. Some one doing work for fitness, Sweat drops flowing - i am a witness. Life is a curse or grace is unknown, Some feel praise, some feel crack of bone. Dilemma is not ours ;we have hand, We have to work for them,not for frame .