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| A Meager Lady |
Going through the lane,
Saw a lady in pain.
The condition is pathetic and discrete.
Crying for need on the street.
There were many passersby,
Left unnoticed; esteemed high.
My soul didn’t able to hold,
Rush there to help an old.
Her condition tells her misery,
As no one left in her scenery,
Reciting something in low voice,
As lullaby, once, twice and thrice.
I raise my voice in the front of her,
Left unperturbed and unuttered.
Rhythm still continue as before,
Seems, lost in the shore.
Her twinge is at its peak,
Neither sees the one who seek.
Came here to serve her need,
With a bowl of meal to feed.
She arose from the deep slumber,
When I took the bowl closer.
And snatches as quickly as to eat,
Neither bothers it’s cold or heat.
She’s now content and glad,
Being fed beautifully as she never had.
Seems was hungry from many days,
Which engulfs her in every ways?
She blessed me meanwhile,
With the tear and a smile.
My soul gets pounded by her touch.
To have her grandeur everlasting as much.
-BaVi
