I was an infinite dot , In this vast world , Trying to find other pieces , In the street kids , Standing in the balcony , Watching glittery stars , Are my other pieces in it ? Or it's still down the earth ? Or I am just dreaming ? About my other pieces , Trying to be someone else , When I did not find my other pieces , As I come across the streets , I feel is it just me who isn't happy for not finding my other pieces , Or it's the street kids who are not looking for anything and finding their joy in between those , Someone is begging for their kid's life , And someone is not bothered about their kid , Someone is busy with their day-to-day life , And someone is asking for a spare of minute , Someone is hiding their pain in their happiness filled eyes , Is it me being sad ? Or the entire world is sadistic in their way ?