The existence of a woman, in an extreme condition. How each day, She may be provided for, with no shelter or money to get by. Thousands of lives are spent in this manner.
The frosty chills bit her
Shivering in anticipation
She knocks on the door
Wandering all day long
Has made her fragile and weak
A feeble knock resounds
She hears the creaking sound
Too dizzy to look up
She spreads out her hands
A rupee is placed on her palm
She bows in gratitude
Should suffice for a loaf of bread she thinks
To Carry on her feeble existence
Another day shall pass
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