Hope
I woke up in the morning,
For a brand new day,
Finally got dressed,
And made my way.
With mom by my side,
To the departmental store
To buy groceries, candies
And many things more.
While I was coming back home,
I saw lying on the street,
A child my age,looking exhausted,
With bloody feet.
Accompanied by mother,
I made my way back,
Searched for what I could donate,
Clothes and some knick-knacks.
I packed everything up
And was off in a dash,
To the street the child called home,
And reached in a flash.
I gave her my little gifts,
She looked at me in shock,
Tears came into her eyes,
Looking at that face, I could not talk.
She was surprised,
She was taken aback,
She hugged me tightly,
And I hugged her back.
The smile on her face,
Gave me hope,
She looked so cheerful,
I wish she'd never mope.
This encounter taught me,
The joy of giving ,
Be selfless, be sensitive,
Make the world a happy living.
Copyright © Priyal Binani | Year Posted 2019
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