Waiting to be Loved

Don't hesitate to feed me

I'm looking at the crowd of people in front of me

They are walking and running and so busy as a bee

I feel my body, it's wet and I'm soaking cold

It's raining so hard as I walked slowly in this street fold.

I looked back and saw again the busy people

I'm wondering If someone will give me a call

I looked away and continued walking slowly

I am so cold and my heart is so lonely.

I stopped sadly at a distant busy food stall

I sat down and felt on my face the raindrops as they fall

I smelled something delicious and my stomach rumbled

I ran to the stall but I slipped and there I stumbled.

The stall owner saw me and drove me away with a stick

I looked at her sadly but she gave me a butt kick

I ran hastily and hid beside a nearby trash can

I don't deserve this, what have I done?

It's so hard to feel so cold and alone on this rainy day

I am not able to speak and words are nowhere to say

I am truly wishing that someday a blissful soul will see

The struggles that I'm facing and will not hesitate to feed me.