"11:33,Andheri Local to CST"

He stood there barefeet, his eyes
searching a little girl bye
his side,
holding onto his torn sleeve;
Amidst the hustle-bustle, he
sang his song, lyrics out of tune
just like what he seemed himself there.

His little eyes bright, full of wonders
sweet boy, i felt pity;
begging for alms, the little girl goes
I wonder should i?
Or maybe i shouldnt!
But it doesnt matter,
If not me then somebody
Else.
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