I was a beggar whose foot was cut off.
I was the woman whom people called a prostitute.
I was the child on the homeless street.
I was the one who fell on your feet
for a bowl full to eat.
You saw me and did not care.
I was in ragged clothes.
I had no shoes and walked in rain.
I was poor and cried on the road.
I was the school girl who had no books.
You saw me and did not care.
I came to you several times
today knocking at your door.
You were too busy to notice me.
I went away sad from your door.
This is so touchy. Not everyone has a heart...just looking at the picture makes me want to cry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Its touching and well done.