Breathless

The early dawn brings sun's rays of honey and gold

They fall on me as if in welcome as I jog in the morn,

But what leaves me breathless is not my run but the sight

of homeless people on the road their faces oh so forlorn.

I wish there were enough homes everywhere for all

More than just the walls of wood, cement and stone,

That could house the earth's people and their dreams

And bring happiness that seeped into their very bone.

Alas, I feel helpless and so breathless as I think of you

My dear friends whose home is the crowded street,

The children who are not in school and running amok

Are caked in the mud and dust that sticks to their slipperless feet.

If only, there was a magic potion that kept you all, my friend

Clothed and sheltered in a simple cotton fabric dress,

It would be such a happy sight for all to see instead of

The road your home, which leaves me feeling so restless.

All I do is offer you some comfort from my light purse...

(For other poems, read my book "The Folks Who Hope" available on Amazon India and Flipkart)