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Nov 2023
I woke up, forced to beg
Earn through either by flesh
Or give them my blessings without
The comfort of touch
Without the shade in rain
Or comfort of family or food
I can't work, forced to beg
I encounter suitcases in the gloom
And people on headphones
Not hearing me scream
I hope they drown from my teary
Broken smile
I can't feel, forced to beg
Abeer
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Abeer  17/M/Mumbai
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