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Ventured out on a casual stroll
In the street saw I
A kid cajole
its mom , for a decent toy buy

Shabby looks, clothes tattered
Cruel 'NO' is what I hear
Dreaming kid's heart shattered
Rolling down its cheek, I see a tear

Kid rest his head, couched safe
Mom sits there and embrace
She had no penny
To feed her little sonny

Harsh was reality that hit her hard
Begging continued on the street
No signs of betterness on the card
She stood fighting the cold, bare feet

A stranger crossed the busy road
Filled of trucks with heavy load
Picked the toy from the vendor
Placed it in the hands of the little wonder

A gentle tender smile
Is what I'd been waiting all the while
Bewildered, I stand there
Ahh! there are people who care and share..

Comments

KParthasarathi said…
It is these little acts of kindness that makes life sublime.Your rhyming poem brought out admirably well the great message.
this is beautifully written ashwini...keep it up..you are good with words:-)
Anonymous said…
Blesss .. God bless the kind soul who put a smile on the face of the child ...

Yes there are people who care may not be in huge number but they exist ..

Bikram's
Sum said…
Very well penned, Ashwini... You do the rhyming soooo well!
Kavita Saharia said…
Beautiful and touching :)
Sahana Rao said…
Good one Ashwini! You have penned so well. Passing on the smile on an innocent face is the most gracious act ever!
@KParthasarathi: Yes I was happy that there are some who care. Thank you for reading.

@Mishi: Thanks dear:). Hope u had a wonderful Eid.

@Bikram: Rightly said!

@Sum and Kavitha: Thank you!

@Sahana: Innocence is the best part of childhood. I love the smile on their faces and was glad to see the kid smile atlast.
L KRUPAA said…
Well Written Ashwini. The few who are thoughtful of the other are rare indeed.
Amrit said…
Ashwini, well written. Thoughtful !!!
Anonymous said…
aww such a positive narration :) and you know i liked how used used *I* in the end of this verse

--In the street saw I
Peter said…
Gr 8 work mate and I love the words and phrases
@Chintan: I was wondering whether that "I" sounded right there for a moment , but then I left it as is . Thanks for the liking..

@Peter: Welcome to "Unveil the Other side". Its my pleasure that you loved the lines.
Neeraj Kumar said…
lovely lines teaching lovwly emotions.
@Neeraj: Yep some emotions are very delicate

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