watching them go..

And he went away

the ragpicker

muttering..grumbling’

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..