Imps of mischief,
Barefoot in the dust,
Grinning, mocking, even as
They beg you for a crust.
No angels these,
Just hungry eyes
And eager hands
To help you sympathize…
They don’t want love,
They don’t seek pity,
They know there’s nothing
In this heartless city
But a kindred need
In those who strive
For power and pelf
Though only just alive!
They know your guilt,
They’ll take your money,
And if you give too much
They’ll find you funny.
Because that’s what you are-
You’re just a joke-
Your life is soft
And theirs grim and smoke,
And yet they shout and sing
And do not thank your giving.
You’ll fuss and fret through life
While they do all the living.
– Ruskin Bond
All this are wonderful. I saw, I read and I cried…
Thank you for this gift. God bless you !
Dinu (from Romania)
Dear Dinu…Heartfelt apologies for responding almost after an year. Thank you for your wishes and I was touched by your comment and that the post touched you. God bless you too my friend. Hope this message reaches you 🙂