Nothing beats this heat
As am feeling uneasy in my seat
I move closer to the window
And glimpse at an unusual shadow
Limping and searching
As if may have lost something
Teary eyes glanced at me
A beggar he didn't choose to be
Lost his days hardwork
Stood crying facing the wall
I got off the bus as it was yet to leave
Fetched my purse for money to give
As I approached the poor guy
He broke into tears to cry,
I heard his begging tears for food
And passing people laughed, saying his no good
I asked him how much he had lost
With unclear voice he said, just my food cost
I handed him a $10 note with a smile
He looked happy after a while
I came back to my bus seat
And adjusted the aircon slide to beat the heat
The journey started with a good thought
Now thinking, if it was food he bought...

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