Good-bye wave
As usual I was
waiting, for the signal to
go green.
And the mobility of
road, to regain its lost
sheen.
The vehicles hardly
moved, from a distinct
place.
They struggled as
they could, to attain a pace.
I was in a
rickshaw, as a creature
patiently waiting.
Seemed as I were an
object, in a still-life
painting.
Looking out at a
distance, hearing sounds and
cacophony.
It very well turned
out, to be a rhythm-less symphony.
Suddenly appeared
from somewhere, a girl, a little
road-side girl.
Her unfortunate
life and times, gave my thoughts
quite a swirl.
She begged, asked
for alms, so precious for
her, though.
Regardless for me
to give, yet I told her: No
I looked at her, who might be seven
or eight.
She looked up at
me, pierced my eyes
straight.
Her face had a
feeling, compulsion in her
begging arm.
Her deep, peeping
eyes, brought a mystique
charm.
Something to pass
to her by me, for her sorrows to
relieve.
Nowhere did I feel,
that a penny, she forced me to
give.
She was different,
I felt, not from normal
human forms.
Little apart from
the nature, of general behavior
norms.
I didn’t understand
really, what was she all
about.
Her unique self
before the world, just created a
doubt.
A compelled void in
her heart, yet a smile on her
face.
Was what made me
pensive, at that chaotic
place.
Wearing a half
broken smile, she stood silent;
didn’t move.
Nor did I force her
away, neither decided to
move.
But, the lights
turned green, the wheels started grooving.
That little
faultless girl, wasn’t at all moving.
I looked back at
her finally,
as how was she to
behave.
Her same asking
hand changed, for me,
to bid a good-bye
wave.
