Droplets rained into the heart like a thousand bullets
They traveled like the speed of thunder and drill into the flesh
and burnt in blazing flames, splattered like the fireworks.
The mist has blurred the vision and nothing is seen but grey
A freezing coat wrapped around my naked skin and left me trembling in pain.
No strangers in the lonely streets to emit some warm around me.
The cold breeze blew and stings like the hornet bees
No penny to buy a brolly to shelter from the droplets
No penny to buy a bun nor coffee to warm my empty stomach.
I am that lonely beggar you see in the street.
I looked up upon the sky yearning for the sun to warm me.
Can anyone spare me some penny?
This poem is dedicated to the beggars I saw in the streets.
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