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.
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