Highway Wanderers Poem by Fakeha Siddiqui

On cold winter nights, on the busy highways,
they roam across the roads,
yearning for attention,
holding their hearts in their hands,
blemished, but still beating.
With empty chests and puffy eyes,
calling out those who pass by,
to see what their heart are made of,
to feel what they had been through.
But ye who pass by,
you take a glimpse and ignore them,
like you're royals and they're peasants.
Oh how you poke holes in their souls,
with your pronouncement, don't you know?
How dare you pass your decree?
Egocentric, treacherous or ferocious they must be?
you could not be more wrong.
They've been beaten, they've been cut,
they've lost, though never won,
They've been generous despite the hurt.
Neither have their lives been easy,
even though it may never be...
they wont give up...
on life, on you,
they are no ordinary people.