A walk

Along the dusty path
She goes in and out
A bag, her only jewellery
The usual beat

About a mile, she does
With the Sun, the bag grows with loose change
With the houses, the sweets are sold off
She’s chatting all awhile!

Some – to the poor and needy
Some – to the boys and girls
Is her soul
A life of service
Warm sweets
Not just a way to fill her pocket
But to clog a hole

Then she walks
To her house
Another mile passes by
With no people to talk

All of a sudden
With all the burden
A step
She misses and takes a fall

Empty, the feeling
No one to take care of this being
Took as I did
A step to help her
She picked up herself and took another step!

Continued the retinue
She, the bag
And some animal friends
Sensing some food
Adorning the bag now placed on her head

That creased her forehead
Ceasing to exist as she flashed
A brilliant smile
Full of love and warmth!

This happened to me today morning actually!!

Just trying a hand at contemporary poetry without rhymes and just saying what you mean exactly in lines :-D! Lemme know how you like it!

8 thoughts on “A walk

  1. @ Mr Wanton: Thanks monkey!!

    @ Divs: As usual danke!! ;-)!

    @ NSK: Thanks man! I never expected it to be such a hit!

    @ All: thanks for the support at my first tryst with contemporary poetry! Maybe, just maybe, I will try more now :-D!

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