Walking past the waiting hall
A sleepy man stopped me
"Offer me few pennies
For I am hungry
They left me
Oh, how could they
I fed them well
When they were hungry
But they left me
To die in this platform"
He said.
Controlling my tears
I entered the shop
A pack of bread was enough
To put a smile on his face
But his tears
Couldn't hide behind those wrinkles
Which left me thinking
About the word 'Family'
What it meant for me and you
And what it meant for him.
~Snehal Deb
For day 17 #napowrimo
