I found a human lay on the street,
He was afraid of his unknown survival.
A single penny was a blessing for him,
But every day was not such magic day.
His condition was down to assume,
Still, he begged for that single magic.
No one was to care and offer him,
Still, every second was hope for him.
He was strong for winds and rain,
And kept his work on for a living.
Many others passed him but nobody
Cared for that emotional alone body.
A human was really at trouble and ease,
No food, No clothes, No place, No living.
He died every second in virtual world,
Remembering the reason for being here.