Helping The Helpless Poem by Prabal Dahal

Helpless and homeless those poor friends
their innocent eyes searching for love
their silent mouth mourning for help
their poor little hands carrying a ragged sack
their pathetic skinny legs shivering with fear
helpless and homeless
oh god!
those poor friends.

pleasing oneself with the smell of drugs
using foul language that stinks like their dirty rugs
they have no one, no one to care
they have no joy, only sorrows to share
plenty of tears and wounds they have to bear
stealing and looting!
stealing and looting! !
sometimes,
they have to dare
we, the students shall move forward
hands in hands jointly to lift them upward
we shall help them reach their life's goal
we shall help them revive their lost soul
we shall stop the evil from abusing them
helping the helpless shall be our life's aim

to work heartily for something good
to give the poor some love and food
to help the ones in real need
to do something good indeed
we have to take a really great oath
to make a beautiful butterfly out of a perplexed moth

we shall walk a glorious path full of life
flower and love prevails, there shall be no place for gun and knife
they shall be taught the civilized world
they shall be the pride that the nation can hold