Street Beggar...
Street Beggar...


He was standing alone,
On the other side of the road.
Looking at the people,
Not looking at him.
The daily run of the crowd,
The daily shouts.
He stood every day there,
In the hope of someone will come,
To ask him, Are you hungry?
Are you all alright?
But every day he looks at the people
With pain in his eyes and distorted soul...