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Weakened bones, chattering teeth, Dirt on his fingertips. Give me please, says the beggar on the streets.
Growling stomach, blurry eyes; I'm not telling lies. It's sad though that no one seem to have seen the tears streaming down his cheeks, as he cries out: "Please feed me even just a few drops of crumbs". None saw his thirst nor his hunger, Nobody felt his pain but people talk like they knew better.
[A/N]: This poem can be taken as literal and also in a figurative manner. Many of us tend to judge others not knowing what they're going through or what they've been through.
