Standing in the aisle of a crowded place,
Looking for some familiar face,
Giving them smiles and making acquaintances,
Am a thin air to those eyes; not a glance and no responses,
These humans are not even aware,
They are crazier than I thought they were,
Walking smart with what they proudly call profession,
Looking great with what they call cosmetics and fashion,
Living each day with their Oh, so blessed disposition,
Forgetting that their existence has purpose and expiration,
I was trying harder for them to hear,
What am going to say loud and clear,
But as I speak of my thoughts they just give me a stare,
Some laughed at me while some tossed me a quarter,
Hey! I am no beggar.
Do I really looked that awful? I asked me.
Well, with my old jeans and dirty shirt. Gosh! who is he?
Sure these people won't bother to listen,
to somebody who looks nobody to them,
Help myself up and get clean,
Humans, looks really matter to them,
Deceive by their own eyes and became judgmental,
Isn't it the very reason that they forgot what is really essential,
Anyway we are almost there, with my tailored suit there will be no descrimination,
Surely and absolutely I will have everybody's attention.
I stand tall and greeted everyone with gratitude and humility,
Share my thoughts of what I learned that very day, here is what I did say,
" An hour ago I was a poor beggar nobody cares and whom you had given a quarter,
Thanks to you, you just made me a quarter richer of a billionaire."😂😂😂