The light turns red,the woman on the ground convulses her hand in rapid motion
Knocks the window,cries,begs in those 60 seconds in the hope of an earning affair.
Her body hidden under shabby clothes,the bells of hunger singing along,standing helplessly
on the ground....
the face asks for help,the heart blesses the soul...O Lord Almighty pave a way for these
poor prisoners on the road!!
The city multiplies with prosperity and growth....but when you stare the lady down blindly
locked in poverty..
then the only thing you can wish for is a fairy hand waved on her and the masses alike !!
Mom says your poems are really nice! :)
ReplyDeletehey..i read your comment now :p Convey my thanks to Aunty :)
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