Have you seen him?
He is moving
Here and there
In the deserted street,
He is hungry,
Lean and pale too,
Wearing a tattered cloth,
He is loitering,
But he is not begging,
He wants to work modestly
Even with his weak and feeble hands,
But the civilised world
Has rejected him mercilessly,
I have seen him very often,
With his sad and gloomy eyes
He is asking the modern world,
"What's my sin? "
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
HIS SIN IS HE HASN'T YET COMMITTED ANY ASK HIM TO BE BOLD OR THE WORLD WILL KICK HIM Hope u won't AAAAAAA RRRRR lovely thoughts urs