Poem: Walk Alone Homeless people are no myth, they exist, under the bridge, at the hallway, at our door step, at the alleys of sky-scraping buildings, they are, the definition of prejudice. As we see a man asking for money, a kid longing for a smile, a single mother with her dirty clothes, we go blind, the word ‘failure’ automatically pops up at the back of our minds. So we roll up our windows, deafen our ears, zip our mouths, our inner thought goes. They have failed their lives, they’re lives are rife with doing and only begging, they’re jobless ‘coz they’re effortless, ‘coz they’re lazy bums, lousy scums. Judging, without knowing, without learning what happened, without going to the streets, without witnessing with our own eyes, seeing through the lies, as politicians retort “Homeless people are outsiders, we take care of our poor”, yet we see homegrown homeless abundant as we open up our household doors. We look at them like they are trash, to be burnt to ash, like they are too dirty to touch, as if we are too upper-class clean. We forget, how easily we could be next, how we could fail while trying our best, how people will look at us, when we fall down into their places, remember their faces, when we take a meal, how would they feel? So he walks alone, on an empty stomach, naked feet, dirty face, lonely heart. And she walks alone, sad and afraid, of this world, full of indifference, full of hatred. They walk alone, with no food, with no shelter, full of wounds, hunger and pain. Yet the world, keeps on turning its back, to the people, who walk alone. ~ Ameen Misran
Posted on: Sat, 05 Jul 2014 05:16:40 +0000
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