I see a poor soul,
All by himself,
Curled up by the roadside,
Maggots feasting on his body,
Growling in pain.
Minutes later, thrown a stone at him,
To shoo him away,
Was the roadside hawker.
By the evening hour,
I see a man completely inebriated,
Struggling to walk,
Unable to talk.
Just when about to collapse,
He’s caught by the mass,
And made to sit by the same roadside.
The vendor offers him soda,
And offers to drop him at home.
What I saw that day,
Was an example of Humanity,
Displayed everywhere in the world.
Humans showcasing unity,
Among their own clan,
Has what became the Humanity.
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