Some speak and Some ...

In the middle of the dialogues of the public passing by
A Not so loud but identifiable sound started piercing the ears;

A voice strong enough to grab much of the people's awareness;
and a physically challenged being the owner of this low cry.

I saw him blessing the groups at the maximum of his vocal vibration;
making it very clear that he thanked all the people who did stop to provide him a penny or two.

He watchfully collected all the penny and placed them into his sack;
showing the world that he has compromised with life;
have found a direction to live on ;leaving all the tears on his back.

I failed to make an error by noticing a elderly man;
who was trying to be comfortable by the street side.

He succeeded by placing his old body against the street wall ;
the wall that has open heartedly supported such uncountable aging bodies.

My uncertain mind interrupted my walk further...

I caught him eyeing a Father and a son;
the son whose stubborn requests were acting as baton for his father,
the son whose each word prefixed "Papa"...

The aged man was keen to observe every play of the child,
Treasuring each moments of the kid with his Father;
As if he visualized himself with his dear ones ...

He conversed zero words but exhibited well;
he too wished his beloved ones to visit him sometime ;
Not to provide him with luxury and comfort;
but just to change the people's custom call for him ...
"A Homeless person "..."A Beggar".

His movements reflected his invisible wounds ;
It seemed; hardly any medication could ease off his pain...

He continued at his position by the street, with a blank face;
Perhaps, still questioning his unblessed fate ...

~Abhi