The Old Lady

The Old Lady short poem

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Walking down the street for a lively walk
Saw a pair of eyes which wanted to talk
The teary eyes and the gloomy face
Asking help for heaven’s sake..!

No!It’s not just water from the eyes.
It’s a pearl that has no price.
Body was shivering,the mouth numb.
None asked as if the world was dumb.

I went near and just stood
She barely uttered “I need food”.
My heart melted with her helpless call.
I took her to the nearest stall.

She looked at the food as her eyes glitter.
She gulped down the food in hunger.
“God bless you my son” she said.
It was a special feeling, the moment made.

The very night I couldn’t sleep
My eyes Couldn’t help, but just weep.
Felt the pain,felt the sorrow.
Time to Step ahead… for a better tomorrow!

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