Tuesday, 12 June 2007

"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.

4 comments:

Sonu said...

Just love the way it flows..
Reminds me so much of Oliver Twist.

Really admire ur power of observation n morever put it down in such beautiful words..
:)

julia said...

"his eyes
searching a little girl bye
his side"

I like these lines. Very nicely placed to increase the impact.

Rachel said...

Hi, nice blog design. Thanks for your comment! yes my uncle does have a good heart :) I was surprised to hear he bought his wife a house after she had left him...

Anyway, I enjoyed this poem too :) Nice work.

Myst said...

hey evn i go thru this sumtyms .. king circle to cst btw i nevr giv i gave food 1ce or twice ...btw nevr money ... they buy rong stuff right ? btw coooooooool oneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

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