Sunday, February 10, 2013

watching them go..

And he went away
the ragpicker


Picking discarded items
As he felt discarded himself

He smirked as he grumbled
Looked back and forth

Frantically looking everywhere
For his lost dignity

That had merged with the dust
which smeared his face

And she left the way
the child beggar

the vehicles zooming past her
Leaving her palms empty handed

“Palms that may receive a beating tonight”
She smiled as she left

Knowing her fate too well

And they too left..the spectators..

Watching them..
Shedding tears..

Of mercy

Having done their duty..

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