Poetry

The Beggar

The sun was slithering down

resembling an egg yolk,

I waited at the corner

and my vision caught her sight!

                                              

She was blind,

lost her direction

moving helter and skelter!

Abused.

Touched the wrong place,

the wrong people

shouted at her.

No one came to her rescue.

A little later

she disappeared

comfort seemed to persist:

not a single drop of empathy

neither sympathy,

pity a distant word!

                            

I wondered how inhuman we are,

aimless and careless,

wandering thoughts,

no tranquility,

no placidity,

no tranquility!!

                            

   ~Kunal Roy

Kolkata, India

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