Thin, unnoticed she moves,
Amidst the crowd
Which promptly disapproves
Her or at least the shroud
Which she has draped,
Her brittle fingers
Around a plate wrapped
outstretched to strangers,
Expectant of their glance,
Or perhaps a sly chance,
Of a careless coin,
Tossed across to her.
The plight of the old beggar walking the streets where a crowd may not often meet her eyes a pathetic one. However, she has to be ever and ever 'expectant of their' glances.. Your mind speaks a lot about your empathy to a world of reality around. I am giving a clear 10 for this poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
deffinately i'll rate this one 10.............as this poem speaks a lot...................... vryyyyyyyyy nicely described....... thanx for sharing..., , i also invite u to read mine...