A Gesture of Life
I saw many people
sitting on the road,
begging to continue their lives
like a child yearning for her favorite toy.
Some pass them by,
some offer money, food, or kindness,
but many remain ignored,
sitting in the cold, the heat, the dust, the trash—
as if death were better.
These people were not born beggars.
They are mothers of children,
fathers of families,
elders pushed out from their homes.
Have we ever wondered
how they feel when we ignore them?
Some are young, strong enough to work,
even when exhausted.
Some are forced into survival instead of study,
stripped of opportunities they deserve.
Even one small act—
teaching them, offering food or shelter for a day—
can be a godlike blessing in their life.
We are not rich,
but a simple gesture,
a shared meal,
warm clothes,
a hand extended—
can let them live, even just for a moment.
Some beg with their children in their arms;
their lives are like thunder striking the earth.
Help them.
Let them live.
Let them feel joy,
even once.
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