picture: Michael Jastremski
Hours kept ticking away
not knowing what to do
I left home for a little stroll
towards the fountain dew.
I kept wandering till
I came across an old pauper
He was in a pathetic state
and stared at me forever.
We continued conversing with our eyes
I was transfixed upon the spot
Images ruled my mind
of poverty and others rot.
The pain in his eyes said it all
it changed the iron hand of mine
I gave him the Rupee I had held tight
and saw his face shine.
