Pic Credits: Musa. A flower girl
Each day as I walked to the market
I would see her holding a bunch
of flowers that would sway and say to me
why don’t you get us and relieve poor her..
She would request me, run around me
to buy a few from her, if not a bunch
Those days I could not ever sense
her need to sell them to feed poor her…
8 thoughts on “The Poor Girl”
Very moving…. compelling reading 😉
Thank you Aquileana. Even when the poor make their best efforts to sustain, we the better off one’s forget to give a helping hand while ourselves too busy on a shopping spree..
Wow. Very inspiring. 🙂
Heart melting and thought provoking!
Thank you Meenakshi.
You have such a kind soul. It’s rare in people to understand what the poor really go through. It’s not always a racquet behind them splayibg thier tired, soiled hands before us. Sometimes their story is far more dusturbibg, like how you’ve depicted. Brilliantly penned.
I am glad it appealed to you and thanks so much for the generous compliment.
You’re most welcome 😊