Saturday, August 22, 2015

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
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
That’ll  satiate  
Of his folks.

  The blue sky
Now drapes black,
Bright Yellow
To milky white.

Moist Eyes,
Sweaty brow,
In his palm
Were piddling
Three dimes!

Image Courtesy: Joshi Daniel

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