Dear steemians, Last few days I was too busy and was visiting slums day and night. Yesterday, I had to visit around 10 slums and more than 200 huts. I faced many difficulties to communicate with them as

I think I was an angel in a while Between the chests and dreams of happiness days After listening to your speech, I used to draw a picture If you move your hand, I think that would be yours! I think I

I travelled miles, for many a year, Spent riches, in lands afar, I’ve gone to see the mountains, the oceans I’ve been to view. But I haven’t seen with these eyes What two steps from my home lies On a sheaf