For no fault of his
He hobbled on one foot
From one car to another
Asking for alms
'Karma' they said.
Not batting their eyes
They turned their face
In other direction
Drove off out of sight
Hungry limping man
He waits patiently
On lonely streets at traffic light
Waiting for kind soul
No one meets his gaze
No one stops by
No one understand his pain
nor hear his soft cry
Far distance, in a park
A feast is on display
For immigrants who are hungry,
but have not enough cash to pay
Meat, rice, pulses,
distribute on festive days
happily by some youngsters
Earning blessings all day
A lady in torn gown, alone
She sits on a bench
Eating with knotty fingers
Thanking Lord for her brunch
Hundreds of people
All stand in one line
To get their share of ration
All have grateful smiles
But the hungry limping man
He couldn't walk too far
Just waited for kind soul,
one who would stop his car
Knew not that
Kind souls were distributing
Free food in the park....
