By the side of a busy Road
Lay a man in old filthy rags
He,probably, was mad.
I looked around
No one seemed to bother
How would he survive this harsh weather?
Another gush of wind blew
I drew my scarf closer
Suddenly realized he didn't have any cover.
Would he live to see another morrow?
Or, Would he freeze,forever,along with all his sorrow?
Many questions shot through my mind
How can people be so oblivious
Oblivious to the suffering and the pain ?
I thought in disgust
My vehicle began to move
With a pang of guilt
I saw him fading away
I was one of the selfish crowd, too
Tried to look back
But too Late
He was out of my View...

Tags: Insanity; Concern; Selfishness.

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