Being Human

A question always bubbles in my mind,
About the existence of Humanism.
A self-realization about the  meaning of life,
Or looking after one who needs you.
Or is it inhaling the true values of love and giving ??

What are you doing man??
Dozed in a lavish life why can't you see,
Two poor kids constantly staring at you,
In the hope to arise the soul in you,
To buy and feed them some food.
While you are chomping your sandwich,
And wasted a lot  and left.
Look at the innocence while they eat,
And you will never forget the feeling.

Why cant you notice the labor woman,
Her body is sketched with the wounds.
She cant take it anymore,walk with her.
Just help her and look at the smile,
Which can be a sunrise in your life.

Why cant you see the old man's wish,
Who drove you to your home in rickshaw.
Don't do anything but offer him a glass of water,
And he will greet you if ever you meet him again.

Went to buy vegetable from a poor man and fighting??
Don't argue much as money never argue with you,
When you spend it lavishly.
Offer him a extra penny and see the flash on his face.
The blessing he felt for you will echo in your mind forever.

Being human is a realization that humanity prevails.
Being human is making disappear the tears that is about to fall.
Being human is giving hug to someone who lost someone.
Being human is to see the pure in everything.
Being human is to respect every living thing.
Being human is acquiring the feeling to love everyone.
Being human is to enjoy the happiness of giving.