Feel the needy

My dear lad,

I know,

Every one of us,

Including you and me,

Feel hungry,

But as well,

It is a margin,

That parts us,

Into two corners,

Dear chum,

I can feel very well,

The pain you are in,

Which is a result of,

The poverty,

Brought you by the fate,

I know,

Fighting with hungry,

is worse than,

Engaging a war,

My eyes are emotional,

When I see you on the road,

Or anywhere else,

My hands get very encouraged,

To give you,

Even the only one Kit-Kat with me,

To comfort you,

My heart says,

‘If you can touch and relieve,

That helpless heart inside,

Please do it for them,’

‘If you can take,

A portion of affliction they have,

Please take it for them,’

Then I keep calm,

When I realize it is a daydream,

My dear lad,

Forgive me,

For not doing the best thing,

For you.