Blind Sided…

Thought blurbs to awaken our collective compassion

The Drunken Brawl

Inside the shack, were huddled together

Three little kids and a loving mother;

While the kiddos slept, wide awake was she

Anxiously waiting for her labourer hubby!


Extremely cold was the winter night

Illuminating the slum was a lone street light;

Suddenly she heard noises from the adjoining tea stall

She peeped out and saw her man in an ugly drunken brawl!


With fear writ on her face, out she scurried

Swallowing her tears, unhesitatingly, she hurried;

Pushing everyone away, she set him free

Then supporting him on her shoulders she walked him to a tree!


She wiped his face and covered him with a worn shawl

At that moment she heard her youngest tot’s loud bawl;

Scared to the core, she rushed inside

Lifted the baby and swiftly ran outside!


With affection in her heart, she helped her husband

To walk into their ‘castle’, as the light went out leaving the area darkened;

Ignoring her pangs of hunger, she fed him all the food

As he devoured everything, near him she happily stood!


Once he started snoring, she cooled her stomach by drinking water

Then lay down beside her darlings without letting her hopes falter;

Feeling contented she entered a world of dreams

In her reverie they all were in a hilly mansion surrounded by gurgling streams!


Blind Sided…

Thought blurbs to awaken our collective compassion…

The Rich Heart

Outside the temple was this man

Who got down from his Volkswagen!


He was clad in his expensive Stuart Hughes suit

On his feet were Armani boots!


Sporting stylish Ray Bans

And a Seiko Premier on his hands;


Speaking to his blackberry

He was a walking brand factory!


He went across to the simple girl selling flowers

Who smilingly looked at him with eyes shining like stars;


She was wearing her sister’s old skirt

And a mismatched chequered shirt!


He quickly asked for the rate

And he was in a hurry as he was getting late!


As she blurted it out, he looked at her with contempt

“Exorbitant!” he said and unflinchingly asked for a discount!


Happy to do her first sale for the day

The little girl gave a bunch of flowers away!


After making the payment, when he started to leave

She tossed in two extra roses thus giving his arrogance a reprieve!


And where he showed poverty in mind

she displayed richness in kind!

Blind Sided….

Thought blurbs to awaken our collective compassion…

This Vs That

Warring nations

And pretty carnations;

For the frail girl mean nothing

As fulfilling her basic needs is more than anything!


Attractive sale discounts

And news about viscounts;

For the old woman mean nothing

As fulfilling her basic needs is more than anything!


Supercool bikes

And a thousand Facebook likes;

For the sweet teen mean nothing

As fulfilling her basic needs is more than anything!


Trendy party dresses

And Rapunzel-like tresses;

For the pretty lass mean nothing

As fulfilling her basic needs is more than anything!


Ferrari, BMW, Mercedes Benz

And long drives with his rocking friends;

For the young lad mean nothing

As fulfilling his basic needs is more than anything!


Diwali, X’mas, Pongal

Or any fun filled kids’ carnival;

For the little angels mean nothing

As fulfilling their basic needs is more than anything!


Shower them with love, respect, recognition

Combined with a generous dose of compassion;

This would work miracles for them

And give them more joy than any precious gem!


Blind Sided…

Thought blurbs to awaken our collective compassion..

Home Sweet Home

On the roadsides were small one room tenements

Which were nothing but colourful polythene tents;

Inside one of them was an old woman

And an aged frail man wearing a turban!


Apart from them were four teenaged children

Of course, the entire place was pest ridden;

Giving them company were a dog, cat and two hens

And the place was filled with chulha smoke so dense!


The mud floor was slushy due to heavy rains

But all were smiling despite all the pains;

A single bulb hanging from the roof was their only source of light

But, happy, they seemed to be in spite of their plight!


As I choked in my own tears

I wondered about their hopes and fears;

Unable to keep my emotions under control

I scampered out of their den in a roll!


Amazed, I was, as I heard their hearty laughter

Outside were some kids sailing paper boats in a puddle of water;

I started my car with silent prayers for them

But had to halt as, on the road, was a traffic bedlam!!