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- May 22, 2023
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In shadows of a world unkind, Where destitution's truth we find, A tale unfolds, a harsh embrace, The plight of poverty we must face.
Beneath the moon's unyielding gaze, Beggars wander through endless maze, Their eyes reflect forgotten dreams, Silenced voices, unheard screams.
Within their weary, weathered frames, Lie stories etched in sorrow's names, Forced by fate's unforgiving hand, They wander, seeking grains of sand.
In tattered rags and weary souls, They navigate life's treacherous tolls, On streets where dreams lay shattered, Their spirits bruised, their hopes tattered.
The world averts its blinded gaze, As hunger's fire within them stays, The wealthy turn with hearts so cold, Ignoring tales of stories untold.
Yet behind their worn and calloused skin, Lies strength that poverty can't dim, Resilience born from depths of despair, Defying odds with burdens to bear.
For in each beggar's pleading eyes, A human spirit never dies, With dignity they face each day, Their worth not measured by what they display.
Let us not judge with blinded sight, The struggles fought both day and night, Instead, let empathy's light ignite, And bridge the chasm, unite the fight.
For in this world, so vast and wide, Compassion can erase the great divide, Together, let us lend a helping hand, Embrace the beggars, help them stand.
For poverty's truth, though harsh and stark, Can be softened through love's gentle arc, In understanding, we shall find,A WORLD EMPATHY IZ TRULY KIND
THIRAVIYAM
Beneath the moon's unyielding gaze, Beggars wander through endless maze, Their eyes reflect forgotten dreams, Silenced voices, unheard screams.
Within their weary, weathered frames, Lie stories etched in sorrow's names, Forced by fate's unforgiving hand, They wander, seeking grains of sand.
In tattered rags and weary souls, They navigate life's treacherous tolls, On streets where dreams lay shattered, Their spirits bruised, their hopes tattered.
The world averts its blinded gaze, As hunger's fire within them stays, The wealthy turn with hearts so cold, Ignoring tales of stories untold.
Yet behind their worn and calloused skin, Lies strength that poverty can't dim, Resilience born from depths of despair, Defying odds with burdens to bear.
For in each beggar's pleading eyes, A human spirit never dies, With dignity they face each day, Their worth not measured by what they display.
Let us not judge with blinded sight, The struggles fought both day and night, Instead, let empathy's light ignite, And bridge the chasm, unite the fight.
For in this world, so vast and wide, Compassion can erase the great divide, Together, let us lend a helping hand, Embrace the beggars, help them stand.
For poverty's truth, though harsh and stark, Can be softened through love's gentle arc, In understanding, we shall find,A WORLD EMPATHY IZ TRULY KIND
THIRAVIYAM