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!