to stand n glare
at that girl
who was standing there
i had no pity
for those pieces of clothes
which in place of dress, she wore
or those tired eyes which bore
tears dried up with mud n dirt
or those cries she was uttering
begging for alms, the poor thing
i didnt see the baby who
was tied up to her bony skin
or bother to wonder if it was
her brother or her own son?!
i had no pity
for those wounds
her master's present,
or her mom's?
i would spend lots n lots
on silly things
dat no matters more
to that girl
is one little thing
i wont do
i wont think of myself
in her place
i have no time 2,
dats my claim
coz i m blessed
in every means
if she is not
its her fate
i might party
i might tour
but no time to see
if my sis had her food
i m no different than any other
living in this hectic world
blind to see the sister near
in the race to conquer the sphere.!
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