I saw today
As I walked down the lane
Nearby the filthy drain,
Yes, saw the poor guy
Searching for food in the rags
Looking for shelter in the street
It seemed from his condition
For days he must have had nothing to eat.
His clothes were torn
His body was weary
Seeing him cry aloud
My heart felt so sorry.
People were busy
The street was noisy
Everyone on a rush
Dashing, pushing each other
Just to catch the bus.
Some were talking on their cell phones,
Some were just strolling around,
Some were simply smoking
Some eyes were carelessly blinking.
Some were sipping cold drinks.
A lady passed by dispensing some expensive perfume,
Passing comment “The rugged guy stinks”
Gosh!! The heat was so unbearable..
And yet the guy was bare foot
To cover his burning skin
He did not have a boot.
And still no one cared to bother
A human dying in front of them
And yet it seemed it didn’t matter.
I couldn’t help but rush to the guy
My heart ached for him, don’t know why.
Offered him water and sprinkled his head
By the time people gathered
The guy was dead.
Whom to blame now: “People or his fate?”
With this lingering question on my head,
I stayed awake all night in bed.
Looked at the watch it was eight
Rushed off to college as I was late,
But the question remains unanswered yet:
“People or his fate?”