Droplets in the evening, late
I seated under a tree---
Waiting for a ride to home
How boring it could be?
Some bikers parked their wheelers two
Right in front of me;
Black beauties they were flaunting all
Getting wet in drops---carefree!
Just as I got used to it
The vehicles getting drenched,
A pair of eyes popped in front of me
The look got my heart wrenched.
Keen to earn a bread for night
Longingly he looked at me,
“I’d wipe your bike all dry, sir”
Dinner he asked for a fee!
How fettered and helpless I felt within
Actuality drove its teeth in:
With heaviness in heart I choked
“Mine, the bike has never been”.
Shattered was his hope for food,
Drops splattered here and there.
Couldn’t hurt his innocent pride
With some crisp currency, mere.
In rags, he waited for seconds none
Ran searching into dark, unseen---
Stoned I sat there looking out,
Why reality is this very mean?
It was pouring drops, by then.
Just how my soul would cry---
Like his young eyes and my heart inside
Unlike my eyes that kept dry!!!
You've felt 'I' like you've been there. Truly speechless after reading this, the way you've realized how I felt and how that boy felt....
ReplyDeletePeople who can help the needy never help because they think what will a rs 2 give them...
Or why spend 5 bucks to buy him a bread or egg.
What they dont see is that a little help can give them a meal, which we can so easily afford but they struggle for...
This little boy came up to me and asked for some work which I could give him. He didn't beg me money. He wanted to earn his money, his meal. I also didn't give him any money, coz that would've damned his spirits to earn his money . But thanks to all the people who turn their faces away, that little boy maybe thought "You have a bike here, but you don't want me to clean it"
The tears in the boy's eyes which I saw, portrayed the boy's pain, his failure to earn his meal after repeated attempts. But every one has his day, he too will and maybe someday make it big in life...
Koustabh
And to MDS, I'm speechless reading what you wrote through my eyes... :)
ReplyDeleteawesum mit...
ReplyDeleteAll i can say is it felt like it was me standing there.Like it was me who underwent those emotions.Very well written dear.Sometimes words can be very very powerful...
ReplyDeletewow, that was amazing.
ReplyDeleteyou made it sound like your own story.
an amazing story teller...
amzing piece........truly reflects d condition of d society... u r in a tru sense story teller
ReplyDeletejhakassssssssssssssssss
ReplyDeletemitu da... iknow how talkitive i'm...But u make me speechless for a moment..:).....awesome feeling ..
ReplyDelete"Sir, I am a beggar. That's how I am defined.
ReplyDeleteI just regret how your minds cold be refined.
The GOD is great, so am I
It's untrue when they say I lie
"
The SMS when ignited the kid's mind
MDS, this was one of a kind. :P
Wonderful depiction of the sorrow and disappointment of the less fortunate. I was very moved by it, specially in the last 3 stanzas. Can't wait to read more. :-)
ReplyDeletebreathtaking....
ReplyDelete