Touch

how dismal how depressed how dejected who are they? so human like yet so unlike are they real? their shabby dirty hair tattered clothes for mercy they stare they need us and our care muddy unkempt faces resemblance to humans is in traces we need to be fair if possible their sorrows we must share their state is bare they need our healing touch need us to clutch roofless and have hardly any clothes to wear women and girls with little to gear long has been the sultry condition no NGO has such a generous mission awaiting nothing but mercy lets do something their poverty makes a petition were they born just for addition why were they born? to be jealous of the blessed to look lusciously at the well dressed to be left homeless and forlorn arise to empathize make them come close to human size I do my little bit, I collect n give my spare belongings Clothes ,utensils n groceries ,things they were longing.