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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..
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KParthasarathi said…
It is these little acts of kindness that makes life sublime.Your rhyming poem brought out admirably well the great message.
September 5, 2011 at 8:59 PM
Mishilicious Mishi said…
this is beautifully written ashwini...keep it up..you are good with words:-)
September 5, 2011 at 9:08 PM
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
September 5, 2011 at 9:53 PM
Sum said…
Very well penned, Ashwini... You do the rhyming soooo well!
September 6, 2011 at 10:08 AM
Kavita Saharia said…
Beautiful and touching :)
September 6, 2011 at 10:51 AM
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!
September 6, 2011 at 11:23 AM
ಅಶ್ವಿನಿ/ Ashwini said…
@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.
September 6, 2011 at 5:54 PM
L KRUPAA said…
Well Written Ashwini. The few who are thoughtful of the other are rare indeed.
September 6, 2011 at 8:02 PM
Amrit said…
Ashwini, well written. Thoughtful !!!
September 7, 2011 at 9:07 PM
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
September 8, 2011 at 1:34 PM
Peter said…
Gr 8 work mate and I love the words and phrases
September 9, 2011 at 11:38 AM
ಅಶ್ವಿನಿ/ Ashwini said…
@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.
September 9, 2011 at 1:57 PM
Neeraj Kumar said…
lovely lines teaching lovwly emotions.
September 14, 2011 at 4:21 PM
ಅಶ್ವಿನಿ/ Ashwini said…
@Neeraj: Yep some emotions are very delicate
September 14, 2011 at 5:39 PM
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