I sits on the street corner.
Hundreds of people pass by me without a
glance.
They don't stop to raise a helping hand,
Not even to give their directions.
My long hair blows on my face,
My clothes are soaked from the rain, and
face is covered in dirt.
I have no place to call home.
I am just alone.
Would you help me? Or walk by like the
others?
Think about it,
may be you are alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a very sad poem but written so well.