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.
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