The Poor Man Who Cried !!

A joyous moment, a gala time,
We celebrate it with cake and wine,
But what about those who are wretched and desolate?
What about the poor, starving man who cried?

Upon a street, I, once was walking,
In my own world, nothing compelling enough for me to stop,
But getting me out of it, on the street, was a poor man,
With eyes dug in deep, & a body no good than a carcass.

He lay there helplessly expecting a bit of mercy,
Torn and tattered, weak and grungy.
His lanky legs, hardly able to bear his own weight
Made me wonder if he had the memory of seeing them last, straight !!!

He dragged his body towards the wall,
The poor little creature wasn’t even strong enough to crawl,
He lay on the pavement, expecting a few alms in sympathy,
But people passed by him; displaying nothing else but apathy.

Those mechanical bodies, the slaves of time,
So much engrossed in themselves to pity & give a dime,
Just walked by as if he wasn’t present there,
Their faces unmoved, as if they just don’t care.

Some children finding their joys in him,
Pelted stones, pebbles & flung lots of sand.
The helpless being didn’t even have the strength to defend,
He lay there begging and pleading; waiting for his life to end.

I searched my pockets to check if a helping hand is what I could extend
Gave him some money and bought him some bread,
He managed a weak smile to express his gratitude,
I smiled back, and left that place, to continue with my walk amidst the numb multitude.

On my entire way after that scene, I couldn’t get him out of my head,
Instead of feeling a bit satisfied for helping him, I felt very sad.
I couldn’t do much to make a difference in his miserable existence,
Which will be back to same old struggle; soon after this temporary affluence.

Sometimes, dealing with life’s realities can be so harsh for the heart!
But then you have to learn to accept it as your life’s daily part.
Hope he keeps finding someone like me, until he has to survive,
I pray to God, seeking blessings for the poor man who cried.