I wander along the road,

I keep looking ahead of me,

I wander along the beach,

I look ahead of me,

 

Far away in the yonder,

I see a small fire burning,

I walk ahead towards the light,

I see the little urchins,

Huddled together in the chill of the night,

No shirt on them,

Just bare bones,

 

They brave the winter with the fire,

They warm the hands with the fire,

There life I guess is just that,

Playing with fire..

For man today has no time for them..

 

I put my head down,

Should I too walk way ?

Should I leave them to burn..

  

~R K Menon~

 

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