Fear of future existence, linger large, with the untold crusade.
Fear for the dearest tinker, enable the power to live.
War to exist or perish stumble over the wildness of mind.
Fear of not getting Bread, butter for the day, peal in the astounding mind.
Trembling confidence, trave the optimism.
In the dilapidated hut, everything left for God's grace to enter.
This is the story of a destitute slum dweller, in parts of Telangana.
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