I was stuck in a traffic jam in my car,
The girl tapped the pane with her jar,
Her gazes pleading money
But I didn’t give her a penny.
Her eyes were revealing hunger
And were red without a slumber.
She begged and in return got chide
Irritated, I turned my face aside.
Soon the green signal was led,
We were about to move ahead.
When she pressed her lips on the glass pane
And smeared her saliva again and again.
Suddenly my heart felt sympathy for her
Thinking how unlucky the deprived are
Having even no home to live
Still a paisa I didn’t give!
With torn clothes and uncombed hair
With a little hope she had stood there,
But I killed her hope and made her rancorous
So she spoiled my brand new car’s glass.
I felt guilty and ashamed of myself
Of not offering her a little bit of help.
But I made up my mind from then
That I will lend a hand to the poor men.
For ever since I could feel their pain
Their hunger cost much more than removing the stain.
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