A Smile Being Partial

A smile being partial, why is it so?
Our day begins waking besides a stone, Hands wiped off by sand, 
Lying over, as if we're destined to be here.
At times, feeling the dirt of our hands,
Being our strength and weakness as well.
Also knowing the real value of a smile, 
The happiness and the glimpse,
We feel at the end of the day.
Each day seems a scorching sun's torture for us!
That feel of every single drop of water,
After the immense toil.
And daily bread being our saviour. 
We are humans too, we have heart too!
Not expecting a fake compassion from you, Just value our heart beats,
If you can't value our heart.
This poem won in Instagram Weekly Contest held by @delhipoetryslam on the theme 'Street Kids'

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