Help For The Helpless
by Natasha Kundi
Sunday, January 19, 2003
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Once I walked in the streets,
Hot and cozy I was in my winter clothes,
But the coolness never went away ,
When I looked at the people,
Lying on the pavement.
In rags they were ,
With barefeet they stood on the icy cold pavement.
Don't they feel cold?
Don't they feel like they are going to die?
Don't they feel hungry?
I see their numb feet and hands,
And really feel for them,
And I think,
What if I was one of them,
Sitting on a cold icy pavement,
Without any shelter,
Hungry and full of suffering,
Looking,just looking at the passers-by,
And not able to do anything,
But just look and beg for food,
"Please give the poor a penny!"
My thoughts were broken down,
By a little girl,
Dressed in rags,
Eyes full of agony,
Voice full of hurt ,
Skin as dry as a leaf,
A little bowl in her hands,
Two pennies placed inside,
Keeping a shilling I started towards my house,
And thought how difficult it is to suffer,
And who is there to look after them?
And solve their problems?
It is us,only us who can do so.
Yes only we can help the helpless