I Know Some People

I Know Some People

Through thick forest they always move

Amidst busy market they always stay

Ever busy streets they always trod

They don’t move alone

But always with a glittering glitter

Every blessed day they feel pleasure

But because of sympathy they are not happy

Even though they ought to be happy

They walk through town and gown

Just because they must impact

Mother of life is what they are

Mother of multitude is what they are

Mother of generations is what they are

Mother of impartation is what they are

They walk through dark and dead because of kids

They kiss mucus so that there kid would not kick bucket

They recollect and correct

So as to rebrand and repack

These people are the ones you kept awake with your cries

They are the ones you denied sleep just because you must snore

They are the mother of handsome kings and pretty queens