"Every time I went to the train station
to buy goods,I would see him,
quietly sitting by the corner.
He wouldn't be begging.
I heard a few people say that one day
he just arrived
there and has been there since.
He would eat what the nearby shop-owners
offered.
So one day, I went to talk to him,
but he didn't answer much.
He would just utter a few words.
I felt sorry for him.
So I decided to take him home.
I tried to find out where he is from but
no one knew so I assume he has wandered
a long way.
It has been six years now and I and my family
take care him.
He has become family.
And we worry if he wanders too far."
(Sanjay Yadav, Alau Kuniya, Parsa)
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Saturday, 10 October 2015
// COMPASSION IS ..... //
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