INVISIBLE

There they are sit

belongings in a huddle 

Frayed ends of their sparse clothes

tucked behind burdened backs

Wallets empty yet filled with hope

providing promise in a world

that considers them invisible

There they sit

braving the elements of nature

in their two square feet space

The harsh summer sun, 

The monsoon drizzles and downpours

and even the cold winter chill

from sun up till sun down

There they sit

with outstretched hands that grasp 

at chance from the air surrounding

the hallowed place of worship

Their eyes tired from staring

at purses passing by and emptied

at the feet of one who is invisible