My suffering

 I am suffering from pain, every thing look like in vain, some people passed at my side, I want their cold sight. I am suffering from pain, every thing look like in vain, some are good, some are selfish, a man gave me some money, it's worked like honey, not a word of love. Now I was well, I paid to back it thanked him lots. Now I was in great grief, a man heard my voice, he gave me love and rice, his eyes was so bright, I was confused how I shall return his wonderful act,