A Soul Gone..

During one of our India visits, while walking on the street one day with my daughter we noticed a woman laying still on her side on the sidewalk, eyes shut ... Puzzled, Riya asked me 'Is she alive" and I told her "I don't know". 

Somehow living in the US is like living in a bubble. And when reality strikes through someone laying still on the walkway, it moves you beyond words can ever express.

Dressed in Rags, Wrinkled Face
In Hunger, Despair lay Forlorn

A morsel of bread, some rice,
Some pennies in Disdain & Scorn

People pass, people stop
Some bend down to give an alm

No one has the time to see
A mortal no more but a soul gone……….

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  1. AnonymousMarch 13, 2023 at 9:30 AM

    very poignant poem but sad and harsh reality…

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