Pity comes easy to us
For the poor,
For the vegetable vendor,
For the homeless
for the homecoming labourers
For the stray animals
For the one-sided lovers.
Pity – I think, is pain’s twin.
They come together,
Running into your arms
Also with a sigh sometimes.
“Bless Them!” says pity
“Thank you!. That made me better” says gratitude
“You have your own problems as well” says pain
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