Slowly, steadily comes the man
with a half broken vessel
Closer he comes; the shabby clothes
too viewed half torn..
Dusty brown hair
Sleepy tiny eyes
Dried and pale lips
Shows what he do
Beggary is what he does
but never he a beggar
None is born as the same
who ought to live as the same..
He kisses each penny he gets
with a smile of joy
Hunger is what he suffers
Food is what he needs..
We the luckiest ones
eat and drink more
but throws away plenty
being the tummy full..
Neither of us save some food
nor do recall the hungry faces
roaming in the streets
sleeping in hovels and slums..
Open the eyes and view around
Sharpen the ears and be alert
let us proffer an aid
to the ones who starve..
Worship places we visit often
pray for own good
Let us help the poor
and see our God's smile on them..
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