Begging Hands Poem by Thomas Martinez

In the far country land
I see some begging hands
Along the street, wandering roads
They beg for their tiny hopes
Having right to eat, to stay
They hold their hand everyday
A small heart with uncountable pains
They always compromise with rains
Day by day going older
They see the children stronger
Knowing same future of newcomers
They have nothing to do with tears
Keeping traditional manner of faith
They lead their life to death.