Little Hands

I don't know what was in his mind,

But he really got my attention;

I don't know if I was trying to be kind,

Or I was playing with his affection.

I was in my daily routine work,

When he showed up with his little hands;

Only after a while I noticed the spark,

Little guy with few coins in front, He stands.

He handed me the coins for the food,

Maybe he doesn't want to borrow-

But I could clearly notice his solitude,

He was not only hungry but also in sorrow.

He was least bother about the people,

Maybe he came just noticing the crowd;

Hunger definitely strikes like a needle,

His eyes and actions were telling this loud.

He was in fear of running low on coins,

And handed over whatever he had-

Hunger kills your soul and make hand joins,

For what we've, stop asking more; Be glad.