Her knees are shaking-
As passersby are in a hurry
Twenty trains have been on the same route
Same spot as to yesterdays’.
A coin was thrown on the ground,
But she can’t move a single muscle.
Hence, the street children’s aim is to survive too-
Poor old woman is already starving.
High as the blazing sun,
Hot as lovers’ arguments
“Notice me, people. My body is too weak to function.”
Poor old woman scarcely holds a paper cup
“I inhale dusts, I exhale hunger.”
Her eyes are tired but she continues struggling
The lines on her face are countless,
While her hand doesn’t stop from reaching.
Thick sweats, thin clothes
Look deeper into her eyes.
And you will see a kind spirit-
Trying to explain, as if crying, “I don’t demand.”
She bears all the bitterness in life
She sleeps hungry and wakes up the other day unnoticed again
Unwearied; hopeful for a slot in a leap of fate,
That tomorrow she could find her luck in a cup.