US: A stormy night, the clouds dense, early November.
Prabhas started walking towards the subway station to catch his usual train
back home. He was soaked completely before he made his final call to his wife
Meenaakshi describing the beauty of the huge wave that would gallop him in a
few seconds . It was only beeps she could hear after a minute of talking with
her husband . Before she could digest what she had heard on the phone, she
almost visualized the same scene outside her portico , back home in India. Indeed
a huge wave it was!
Ray of light far from sight All his need is a caring feed A place to sleep, a blanket to keep - the despodent waif Warm and safe Cruel men see the poor one plead, Emptiness filled hearts hesitant to share a part. On the pavement's corner sits this lad a bit. Weak and pale telling his tale None hear Do they feign fear? Hoping - is all he could do for some fresh hot stew Every passer-by down the lane Ignore this guy and all his pain Why is this scene not wiping off my brain Serene it Remains Revives time and again As I sit by the window of the train.
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Hope both were safe.
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