Sitting in a busy street
On the side of a fountain
Looking at the passersby
With hope and expectation
Waiting for somebody
To have pity on him
Shower some money
People glanced at him
Kept moving ahead
Without giving
A penny to him
In the heart
He cursed them
Did not fail to smile
When somebody
Came near to him
His begging container
Remained empty
Had to listen to
Sarcastic remarks
From morning till evening
He had no money
Nothing to eat
Sipping
Water from a bottle
Water from a bottle
With a hungry stomach
Kept praying to god
To send one soul
Who shall not
Let his day?
Let his day?
Go in vain
There was no pain
No despair on his face
It was
Many of those days
Many of those days
When he had to
Sleep hungry
Sleep hungry
Without letting
His hope die
His hope die
His eyes kept
Searching
Searching
For somebody
Who would give?
Something
In cash or kind
In cash or kind
11-06-2011
1035-62-06-11
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