puresmiles

  Day in and day out doesn’t make a difference, I sit all day on the pathway, Different people different nature, Few with sparkling jewelry but not a penny to spare, Few care to share from a broken wallet, I blame none for this is my job.   My one and a half legs, Stinking, torn and dirty clothes, Dark skin unwashed for many years, Inability to work and longing for one square meal, Put together makes me a beggar.   No, I was not born to beg, Nor was I the raja of Travancore, Born with God’s gift deformity, I ask goddess that I see every day, as I beg outside, Why my mother threw me off, And why I grew up digging the garbage box, Envying people with two legs and parents, What harm did I do, For fate to be so harsh on me?   I see men and women passing by me, It is not my fancy to beg, For some say I am young and could work to earn, If I had why I would pose in shame, I cry out in hunger for a coin or t

I am an ordinary woman, Like every single one here, Never do anything forbidden, Mother of two, with a tear, Was slender and cool like a cucumber, Now more like a melon swollen an acre, Glow and beauty devoured by my own flesh, I wish like the computer there was a refresh, To bring back the lost blush and finery, And the everlasting glorious smile as a jewelry, I am an ordinary woman…   I am an ordinary woman, Like every single one here, Never do anything forbidden, Mother of two, with a tear, Like Cinderella singing merrily, Tweeting with the birds queerly, Love brought more blush to my cheeks, Like an innocent maiden happiness on the peeks, Marriage and children a blessing indeed, But, God why did you sow a weed, I am an ordinary woman…   I am an ordinary woman, Querying you lord, oh mighty, Why do you strip us of our beauty? Like a carrot and stick, You give motherhood with a prick? I am no ac