It seemed those sunken eyes
Pleaded me for alms.
Earlier, I refused but empty hands tightly clung my thighs.
By his dumb impotency
I offered some coins.
He again shook his head,
I was unable to get his signs.
Those dirty hands
Snatched my wallet and ran,
Before my footsteps reached to him
He gave up beside where the body lied,
At last, he wanted nothing
but to save his brother's life.
-Pooja Porte©
