Peter: A Touching Story

If you find yourself helpless,

There is one, who found it by none, even after being jobless.

CAN YOU GIVE IT A GUESS?

He is a poor beggar on the streets of a city,

He is slapped, hit and snapped at, but yet no one takes pity.

His name is peter, young in thin,

You’ll be having luxurious items but he sleeps in a bin.

Spends the day in the scorching sun,

With not even a shirt on his back and no time for fun.

Begs to the people and gets a rupee or two,

 No money to spend, what to do?

No money to spend, not even to purchase wheat,

Sometimes eats a little, and sometimes starves and has nothing to eat.

His parents expired when he was seven years old,

To the market he was taken to the market and like a slave he was sold.

Owned by a cruel trader, he was treated very badly,

But still he tolerated every bad deed very bravely.

“Sweep the kitchen, clean the floor,

Otherwise you’ll be hanged by the door!”

“Clean my room, make some food,

Otherwise I’ll get in a very bad mood!”

“Clean the pot, make it shine,

Don’t break it, ‘coz it’s mine!”

“Wash the clothes, and stand there till they dry,

Otherwise in a pan I’ll make you fry!”

“Keep the chairs in their place,

Otherwise I’ll throw you in space!”

He got very little food to eat,

He slept in the store room and was not even asked to have a seat.

Then at last he gave up and ran out f the house,

Ran miles and miles away as quiet as a mouse.

And then shifted to the city slums,

But was still beaten like drums.

“You’re so ugly! You’re so tan!”

Don’t you think friends that this should get a ban?

But still he tolerated, but still he tried,

Till the end moment of his life he could do nothing and just cried.

Sold roses at the signal in the morning and begged at night,

Got beaten without any reason in every bit of a fight.

And one day he had an accident with a car,

And his carcass flew apart far.

And on this day when we were having fun,

His carcass was rotting in the sun.