aira olayvar - “The Beggar’s”

(Written and Inspired by one of our Writer's - Kyle)

See them on the streets; where most of them awaits,
Looking in their eyes can stir your soul inside.
Young and old are they… begging in many different way.
Some are helpless, while others can still do something to change their living.

On the bed of stolen moments is where they awaits,
The least among the list of him/ her that they call a lover,
A love found that can never be,
Beggars of love, hanging around hoping for the love they’ve found.
Others seems helpless, for they truly are in-love,
Others are intentionally playing in the fire for their hidden desire…

In the front of different offices, in the face of authorities is where they awaits,
The ignored individuals of their societies, government officials might call minorities.
Denied of truth; the beggars of justice.

In the moments of helplessness, is where they awaits,
The beggars of hope are always praying, asking for something…
In many ways, we can see ourselves as one of them…
for once in ourlives all us are beggars of different begging’s.

-aira

aira olayvar

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