The black person standing along side of the road.
Collect the rejected bottles in his bag.
We throw that as a reject,
Collect them for his food.
Nature is truly beautiful,
One's rejection give to ones food.
One day he came and standing to us,
We all friends met to get together.
As the white clouds paint the black sky,
Whitish dusts made the same black guy.
One of us asked him,"what do you want"?
Stretched his hand with a purse
And softly answered,"Is this yours"?
May be his home waiting for money,
Yet he returned the purse.
Offer some snacks him,
His eating expressed us very hungry.
Went to shop for more food.
Deny to take his reward,
And said, no Sir,"it is my duty".
Situation makes poor, keep us hungry
But an honest man never poor the heart.
Always keep its heart very rich.
©zaklami
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