Chai And The Old Man

It was a cold night he asked for a chai.
A question arose in my heart,
"You are sleeping on the footpath, why?"
"There is no home to go, no food to eat,
Only this killer winter moon to meet.”

His words frozen, but eyes melting,
That night, I saw his soul lamenting.
The winter was warm as compared to his hand,
He was like a tree on a barren land.

A corpse out of graveyard, he looked resembling.
The only living action was of his legs trembling.
A single piece of cloth covered his body,
Was his kind of pashmina, though, gaudy!

There are million more like him on the trails.
To provide them amenities, the government fails.
Not for everyone moon symbolizes beauty,
For him, it acted as a reminder of his duty.

His family is starving and dying under the bridge,
Our pain in front of them is just a smidge.
To fulfil our wants, we are corrupting our deeds,
That poor old man’s ethics are more than his needs!