I cringe inwardly, apprehension grips
as we come to a halt at the signal
beggar girls with babies at their hips
eunuchs draped in sarees come to wheedle.
I peer into the blackness at the wastrel.
Claustrophobic in the car’s cool confines
desperate to whiz past the neon signs
as clamorous hands touch the window pane
I see their starved faces, I hear their whines.
Sadness and remorse I cannot restrain.
This hits you right in the feels.. </3
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Yeah!
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Really meaningful
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Yiis
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