I saw today-As I walked down the lane, Near by the filthy drain: This poor weary guy- Searching for food amidst the rags, Looking for a shelter in the street; It seemed from his condition- For days he must have had nothing to eat. His clothes all torn,his body weary Seeing him cry aloud, I felt very sorry. People were busy, the street was noisy: Everyone on a rush, Dashing,pushing each other To catch the early morning bus.. The day was hot, Everyone was sipping chilly cold drinks, A lady passed by dispensing some expensive perfume- Passing comment: "The rugged guy stinks". Gosh!! The heat was unbearable, And yet the poor guy was bare foot, To cover his burning skin He did not have a boot.. He fainted n gasped in pain And still no one cared to bother, A human dying in front of them And yet it seemed like it didn't matter. I couldn't help but rush to the guy My heart ached for him don't know why Offered him water&sprinkled his head, By the time people started gathering The guy was already dead. Whom to blame now - "People or his Fate?" With this lingering question on my head I stayed awake all night in bed, But the question still remains unanswered-"People or his fate"? #apmchallenge #speakingemotion #apmpoetrymarathon #thatpoorguy #lifeisnotfair #yqbaba
