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Boarding the bus on a busy road
Was suddenly accosted by this
Vagabond of a man
Not exactly in tatters, for sure
But had a glassy look about him
Rumpled hair and dry mouth
I shrank as he extended
A dirt striped hand
And mumbled something like
"Didi! give me a tenner please
Haven't eaten a morsel
Whole day long"
Spontaneity had the better of me
As I handed him the note
He vamoosed as though he was never there!
The man next to me grinned derisively
"Made a fool of you! He's a dopey... you see"
We share the day with each other
And everyday invariably
They leave the table littered with
Sparsely eaten plates
I tell them, "Its a waste!
Recall those who do not have enough
Children of forgetful Gods..
They belong to this Earth
As you and I do"
They have stopped sharing the table with me
And call me names
Behind my back, of course!
I overheard one of them, the other day...
I shun them as well
It doesn't hurt anymore
The feeling is mutual
As usual...
Note : "Didi" is an address for elder sister
This poem is shared with Poets United's Weekly Motif Food
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