Not one not two- there stood a queue never-ending Each one splendid with joy Holding a spot for the friend beloved- For a gathering dressed down- a little too rugged Ushering the loved ones gleaming with joy What was the occasion! I could only wonder as a passerby.
Curiosity led me to the front of the line Whilst I heard the intense remarks of a day being gracious Oh to my surprise! It was a celebration Oh to my dismay! An ill served meal was the occasion . Hungry stomachs and tired hearts were being fed But what happens to the day that comes next?
Coins scarcely managed for a day of survival Shall now be kept aside for a daughter’s dowry dragged till the law-approved age Or even better saved for a son’s education Empowering him to work at a humble position in an office barely fancy- An upgrade worth aspiring from the startling slums! With dreams being fuelled- indeed, the meal was scrumptious.
He is handsome, Just a little worn out and tired Each morning; early- even before the sun rises He stands amidst the streets with a wish to finally be admired. He dresses up worthy- Adorned in his rusty tools and rugged clothes Soaked in the ambition to go to a new a home this morning- Hoping to work himself up for the next few days With someone needy of his skills With someone willing to put a price on his advice Or merely a meal or two for his loved ones in return of his patience to accept himself as a fool.
But sadly, it’s an auction- Rather a sale with offers and discounts! Where he competes to showcase his best- The catch- at bare minimum to make the ends meet Tomorrow he might cause ruckus, Day after- a havoc, But it is today that he must act like a gentleman, or a sheep with a worth Else, he might have to go back to his own abode- To empty stomachs and eyes with disappointment.
Wasn’t a morning, neither a night It was just a noon- a time nobody cares to write with pride That is when I met him Rather a glance while he was at rest. A beggar, a thief or just another vagrant- Simply I do not know. I saw a man that just ‘another afternoon’- A man sleeping on the road, The penchant for pain was obvious Hence, I stood there in awe and wonder No alcohol, just a dirty pillow beneath his dreams An ugly torn quilt atoning the crimes of that winter wind. I looked and looked; It was more than a while Tucked in during the day time A tiny wound let his head hurt Did anyone sing him a lullaby? Did anyone, anyone kiss him good night? When ire of his destiny started knocking at the door of my empathy- That is when I decide to get past
I saw the man Now a chilly night He still was tucked in, sleeping sound I stepped towards him That is when derision mocked life He still was at rest, but now in peace .