The Cobbler who mends our shoes
Does he wear Chappals any day?
Full of wounds and runts are his hands
Is there anyone to rub oil for him each day?
The Farmer who tills, toils and reaps for us
Does he have a square meal each day?
He sweats and labours for us, yet, to what use
Is there anyone to wipe away his tears?
The Gurkha, Postman, Vendor and nameless many
Who perform their duty, though dull or insignificant,
Without our thanks or smiles, are more content
Than most of us who leech off Society!
The Rickshaw Puller and the Blind beggar Boy
Who receive no kind word, but, curses all day,
The Scavenger, the Sweeper, they all need no sympathy.
What they all yearn for and really need is –
Heartfelt appreciation, true concern
To be loved as brethren and just
A kind word or two!
Angelina Pandian
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-need-5/
