Did we fail to see the square elegant professionalism,
In the eyes of that scantily clad model?
Did we miss to see the glint of raw hunger,
In the eyes of that stealthy cat in the rush of shooing it off?
Did we see the hint of her ailing backbone,
Hid behind the cosmetic smile of that circus girl?
Did we see the beggar failing to contain his embarrassment,
With his trembling hands held out to us?
Did we fail to hear the word which went unsaid,
In the innocent festival of words said?