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No sign of joy,no mark of emotion,

Just a sea of pain,thrown out like an old rag,

Battered and broken,chilling and blunt,

Such are the eyes of a beggar

Begging for hope



As I pass them by on the streetlight,

As I ignore them at every corner,

I try to suppress the chills they send through my spine,

By thinking they have landed up there because of their own doing



But then I look into the eyes of the unconscious infant,

Lying lifelessly in the arms of his begging mother,

His eyes half open,his body covered with the dirt of the roads,

They are eyes of a struggling life,eyes glaring into the sky helplessly,

As if begging to god for hope,as his mother begs to us for a grain,



Staring at our face us, pulling our sleeve,blurting out some inaudible words

Using up all her energy for a piece of life,pleading for a morsel

Should we shrug them off,forget them and carry on our empty urban lives,

Or should we have pity and think we’ve done our bit of social work

And that god will book a place for us in heaven



A glass of water,wont quench their thirsty eyes,

A piece of food wont fill their empty hearts

It’s the society where lies the cause,and it’s the people who share the blame,

Its opportunities that they lack,its education that they should gain,

For it’s the begging that we need to stop,

Not the beggars