I walk with no slippers
Tattered dress is all I have
And, a piece of bread is what I am proud of
Every day is a new opportunity
While yesterday is a great history....for others
For me? It's a typical stomach wrenching story
You've seen me begging for alms but you look at me flatly
Is it difficult to share a hard-earned blessing?
Why I'm deprived of a word 'choice'?
Would you care to listen to my inner thoughts?
Would you mind feeling my heart's aches?
Would you be at my side for a minute?
Ummm...perhaps I'm impossible
Who would dare to spend a time with a beggar?
A garbage of society?
I'm not blaming you for what I have become
But, who is to blame?
Is it my irresponsible parents or a corrupt government?
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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