I weep for myself

I weep for myself,
not for woman begging,
with a kid on roadside,
weep for not happening novel,
she fights for kid’s survival,
me more sad,
she has kid, family,
I got none,
except sorry old self,
scribbling lame,
she has a life,
a story to tell,
though be of misery,
I languish in solitude,
letting thoughts raw,
roam nude here,
without shame or fear,
praying for a day,
my child, the novel is born,
and she, me and all is well.