One Buck Poem by Aparna Mirajkar
One Buck
The signal turns red,
My car halts screeching.
My eyes focused on the lamp red,
Unaware of his gaze, hopeful but leaching.
I hear a knock on the window,
And see that pale expecting look.
A tanned hungry kid of 6,
Begging for a buck.
I dig in my pocket,
And joy replaces hope in his eyes.
I find a coin and stretch to give it,
And at that time the red signal dies.
Hurriedly I shift the gear,
The rushing traffic I join,
Speeding I forget that
I am still holding the coin.
With guilt I look behind
To trace the begging child
His teary hopeful eyes
Searching a generous soul, in the traffic wild.
I share your feelings and pain......I see them too in our signals.. What more can we do for such a kid, allow him to beg forever or reform.. can we all do something more...... We see them more often in traffic signals, for them no choice but forced into it a few genuine faces we see among them Aparna a well conceived thougtht, heart felt...and I can understand that. I give you 10+ for this
this gives me pain...you should have responded equally quick to the green signal of your mind also, aparna...thanx for your sincere sharing...good piece
Aparna, A 'soul searching' poem, indeed. Simplicity and Honesty have embellished your work... A good read -
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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A very deep thought... touched.. great read