Hopeless

He comes in the homes of our vicinity In particular days in the weeks I remember May be a Tuesday or Friday He is a beggar a neglected human being With despair and emotionless facial expression Still we know he is a human being having feels Showing his open hand or small pot For getting the alms in such mercy of kindness The poor man never asks anything to eat Or never asked a cloth for his wear Still we know he was a son of a kind mother Where he got affection and breastfeed. His face was full of black spots and wrinkles Eyes were expressing depressed feeling Non one is supposed to care the poor fellow Still we know he is a human being related to us. No hopes are there for a best future No hopes for a better life No hopes for regular meals, wash and wear Still he continues his journey as a beggar. None is serious in such matters of rehabilitation Other than showing accusing fingers on poor fellows Sometimes even accusing them as real thieves Which have no basis of evidence at all. The society must awake for a revival on charity They must provide facilities for the failed ones In fact there own plights are the creation of society Rise to the occasion and give them some hopes Is the solution what the Public have to do.