I was running for race of life
to prove, my life is not futile
to shoulder my responsibilities
for the sake of world
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You have very nicely described your feelings on a baby begger. I can imagine the feelings of the injured Poet by the baby beggar. Especially the last line Is it gift or curse to this world? has touched me. A great Poem.
I don't like commenting on poems, but this one is one in a life time. Great work keep it coming.
You paint a picture of reality my friend. I have seen this in Sri Lanka. Many years ago and it came as great shock to a young man who had never seen such poverty in england
usage of ointment...3 springs....wow...i liked it....grt poem....and an apt title too....