The Beam on their face made me look amused,
Their laughter, their chuckle, their mirth
How could they make me so happy when I am not among them,
The cloudburst can't hold me back from serving them
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The Beam on their face made me look amused, Their laughter, their chuckle, their mirth How could they make me so happy when I am not among them, The cloudburst can't hold me back from serving them Even though I can stay no longer with them But their smile and merriment Will always make me cherish the time.....what a imagary! ! ...splended.
I feel doleful when I see them- Begging, starving, homeless, clothless.../// it's humanistic sense; good write