I looked at the hand stretched before me,
asking for alms with tears in her eyes.
I searched for a penny or two,to give,
To let her hopes grow further and mine alight.
She wandered away with blessings on her lips but yet no smile,
I thought I will be happy parting with my charity.
But restlessness inside me soared.
Happiness that I was hoping for,
didn’t come to me.
How could I be glad
for when i was overfull,
and someone ,so many of them,
so very much empty.

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