By brick lined gutters filled with trash
he sits upon the curb
the gray and blighted scene awakes
old feelings that disturb
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on hope of wings we continue our journey. Some time dismal and painful some time full of love and laughter. Very well written poem. Thanks for sharing.
Hoping for brighter days when all slums will vanished and poverty eradicated from this earth. Noble thought.
your paintings are also amazing.