I was just fifteen,
Hanging out with friends.
In cozy December winter, standing in the street.
Enjoying the beautiful fair with.
The weather was cold,
Full of clouds.
We were shivering,
Still we were out.
Packed with sweater,
And shoes in foot.
Deciding what to do,
Eating, walking, riding.
Standing on a street,
Stalking people doing things.
Just a child beggar come,
With torn clothes and rough skin,
No shivering with barefoot in.
Probably seven-year-old kid,
No childhood with.
Will tell the world,
How he beg.
In the age of learning,
He was earning.
“I didn’t eat from yesterday “,
“please give me money to eat “, he said.
We were thinking,
what to do.
A child with innocent size,
No clothes with sparking eyes.
Stood before us,
And said “please.”
We gave money,
And let him go.
“Thank you, god will bless you.”He said.
Went to other person,
And repeat the same.
Discussing, Did we do right things?
Seeing a child like this.
With torn clothes and rough skin,
No shivering with barefoot in.
Don’t know what to comment,
Felt bad for kids like him.
Thank you god, to give us life like this.
Where we can give,
To all these lives.
At the end of it,
We decided to eat.
Enjoying the cozy December night, in the street.

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