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Jan 2015
On a board with wheels, I roll myself around
on the streets of this city
from dusk till dawn.
I observe how people travel in
expensive cars and wear better clothes
yet they look troubled to me
whereas I find happiness
on the side of the road
where I sit all day and beg
for some money.
With the help of my hands
I push the wheels for I don't have
working legs.
But I don't complain
at least I am blessed with the rest.
For a handicapped person I saw today at a traffic signal who was begging for money just to fulfill his needs.
Javaria Waseem
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Javaria Waseem
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