Not one day passes by, when I don't see a child on the street, with the fair skin concealed with mud and dirt, that blocks his bright future from even entering his thoughts, an empty bowl with a peculiar odor that belongs to the streets of the "slum-dog" .
He walks by every person he meets... deciding whether his fate has brought him a man with a big buck or a thug with an empty pocket....
One rupee isn't the value of a beggar today! When your pocket sheds a 10... that's' when your standards are marked by a mere..'street kid'
Intimidating.. isn't it?? being judged by the amount of charity you offer, not for being counted in those tiny blessings... but to keep away from the little one's curses, that may , you think will harm your well being!
The touch.. so nasty, so cunning and shrewd that keeps instigating you to rather walk away with a stink eye, or a slap that would be satisfactory! Imagined already, ready with a hand sanitiser to keep yourself safe...
Its often observed that the most learned ones turn out to be the foolish mob!!!! Doesn't anyone care about the streets being empty, without anyone sleeping and creating a family? Doesn't anyone know the cost of growth, that, every person must be provided with....
Progress for the street bearers is only producing one more burden on the earth.. Not to turn every milestone in one's life...not to be successful one day and get out of the cruel grind.... but to sing a prayer or two more, and earn a little more sympathy than usual, or a dolar or two by a foreigner who is pleased to see the plight of losing nothing in the eyes of the actual citizens..the beggars!!
"This is not my work, why should i do it?"
A question I am tired of hearing...the typical people I am tired of meeting. Who know to crib about the crowd and the filth, but hate to clean their house with their own hands!!!!!
DON'T EXPECT OR WANT WHEN YOU CANNOT GIVE!!
I hate the fact that there exists a street kid....yet I am sure of visualizing a day when the latter smiles across all your faces with a grin that pities you!!
He walks by every person he meets... deciding whether his fate has brought him a man with a big buck or a thug with an empty pocket....
One rupee isn't the value of a beggar today! When your pocket sheds a 10... that's' when your standards are marked by a mere..'street kid'
Intimidating.. isn't it?? being judged by the amount of charity you offer, not for being counted in those tiny blessings... but to keep away from the little one's curses, that may , you think will harm your well being!
The touch.. so nasty, so cunning and shrewd that keeps instigating you to rather walk away with a stink eye, or a slap that would be satisfactory! Imagined already, ready with a hand sanitiser to keep yourself safe...
Its often observed that the most learned ones turn out to be the foolish mob!!!! Doesn't anyone care about the streets being empty, without anyone sleeping and creating a family? Doesn't anyone know the cost of growth, that, every person must be provided with....
Progress for the street bearers is only producing one more burden on the earth.. Not to turn every milestone in one's life...not to be successful one day and get out of the cruel grind.... but to sing a prayer or two more, and earn a little more sympathy than usual, or a dolar or two by a foreigner who is pleased to see the plight of losing nothing in the eyes of the actual citizens..the beggars!!
"This is not my work, why should i do it?"
A question I am tired of hearing...the typical people I am tired of meeting. Who know to crib about the crowd and the filth, but hate to clean their house with their own hands!!!!!
DON'T EXPECT OR WANT WHEN YOU CANNOT GIVE!!
I hate the fact that there exists a street kid....yet I am sure of visualizing a day when the latter smiles across all your faces with a grin that pities you!!
