I've trouble meeting two ends meet 

No home to live, no food to eat 

Being an orphan is such a curse 

Everyone in society treat you worse 

 

No family to call my own 

No roof for shade over my head 

Struggling to make my place 

This earth so wide, yet so scarce 

 

My sister the only person I do love 

She cares a lot about money I earn 

Her home is all I have to call mine 

But rarely in their I am ever invited 

 

The land where I reside 

Has many houses by seaside 

As the tides soar and ebb 

My breath I release to let sorrows fade 

 

Will I ever have a partner right 

A loving family to call my own 

A warm and snugly cozy home 

Wherein I can feel my pains go 

 

Like a wayfarer I travel far and wide 

Seen places new and lived with strangers few 

Moment seems hours to me when I'm happy 

But these are often seconds that stays here with me 

 

I won't call it injustice of God 

There are many like me suffering alone 

This is duniya wherein is our home 

The sky my roof and soil my floor