Md Shahadat Hossain Poet Classicism

When An Angel Is Begging

Once I had met an angel at night,
He was seven years old;
His two eyes were bright,
His two hands were unfold-

He was siting in a small city lane,
Passers were passing by,
He had nothing but skin and bone
I couldn't keep away my eye,

I noticed his bare feet,
He was wearing a dirty clothe
There was a slum across the street 
That place was too dirty to breathe,

The angels are begging here and there 
Can't we help them to stop begging 
Instead they can study and don't beg anymore,
If we want we can return angel's smiling.

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