The girl wants to go home
she has been in a roam
for a time in the storm
has lost her way back home.
She is stranded for a while
calls “mama, mama” all the while
could not find anyone in the side
cries with fear none being beside.
The passers by look at her with pity
none did wish to take her to the city
which she called to be her own
cried with fear in a pathetic tone.
One kind person came to her
held her hand with love for sure
wiped her tears with care
took her in her arms an act rare.
The people around looked on
the samaritan played no fun
walked with the child not in haste
she being a soul all the more chaste.
The girl immediately took to her
smiling she went with her
at least one among the crowd
released the girl from her shroud.
Being, as it is, a very easy effort
none did offer to help but deferred
know not why people behave so?
could quote many such incidents in row.
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