When the World goes blind

When the World goes blind

A Poem by Souvik

Cruising through the streets on a winter night ..

A poor homeless kid at the roadside caught her sight ..

Starving and shivering in cold the kid looked for someone so kind ..

To give him a helping hand , but he couldn't find ..

But how could she be that 'someone' when the world had declined ..

Hence to this unfortunate poor being , she chose to be blind ..


Not so far ahead she saw a man weak and old ..

Who waited at the roadside bearing the cold ..

For someone to hold him and take him to the other side ..

He begged for help, but the world was too busy to guide ..

And how could she go against mankind ..

Hence to this weak and shaking being , she chose to be blind ..


Some distance away as she stopped at a red light ..

She saw a man drunk was trying to prove his might ..

As he pulled , slapped,  beat his wife and held her tight ..

The lady helplessly cried , people stopped hearing the noise ..

All paused for a moment but none raised his voice ..

Even she moved at green , leaving the lady behind ..

To this helpless and tortured lady , she chose to be blind ..


Moments later her bike slipped , throwing her on the street ..

With bleeding knees she cried for help as she tried to stand on her feet ..

With a spinning head she could see people look at her and move on ..

At that moment her mind went for a rewind ..

When people needed her help , she had denied ..


And people like her form the world ..

Now she could see them all , but to her pain .. the world was blind ..

© 2014 Souvik


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Added on July 18, 2014
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Souvik
Souvik

Bangalore, Hindu, India



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