The Three Dimes

Heat waves swish

The prickly rays

Pierce the skin,

The City  melts.

But it's Him

Yes him, on the street,

His eyes look out

For a

Starving mouth.

The street as usual

Bright,  luminous.

 Seconds, minutes and hours

 drifts,

Yet his eyes in quest

For ‘that’ empty belly.

Quite a Paradox

He trades food,

To quench

His hunger.

Each street

Every single lane

He wanders,

With the Samosas

For that single

‘Dime’

That’ll  satiate  

Appetite

Of his folks.

  The blue sky

Now drapes black,

Bright Yellow

Transforms

To milky white.

Moist Eyes,

Sweaty brow,
and

In his palm

Were piddling

Three dimes!

Image Courtesy: Joshi Daniel

© 2015 Ajay Pai (Reserved)  

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