I walk amid the road,
With eyes running down the bend,
Seeing people beetling in hurry,
Their faces exudind gay and worry.
But rends my heart to the fullest,
Are the desperate bleeding souls,
Jowled,tired,ragged,homeless............
Hands held up crooked or joined,
And heartless people flip down the coin.
I wonder the misery of these homeless beings,
Contented with the smallest crumbs coming their way,
No matter how hard is the day,
No matter how long remains the night.
Eyes gleaming,they always smile in pain,
Hoping for a rainbow after the rain .
2007-09-04
01:45:20
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i wud appreciate all the comments n work on my weak pts !
2007-09-04
01:53:52 ·
update #1
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2007-09-04
02:04:22 ·
update #2