The dark clouds in the sky moved towards me. There was a burst of water beads with tinkling sound as they fell on the leaves of the mango tree in the frontyard. People moved under roof, trees for cover. Umbrellas opened up. There were tiny puddles everywhere. Children jumped in joy. The mopeds halted making way to the big cars spraying water. I was watching the rain from my window sipping a hot cup of chai. Thoughts scrolled by. Eventually the music of raindrops dripping down the leaves slowly faded. Sun came out bringing the much needed shine and warmth.
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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