Disenchantment

It was just another day,

As I was on my way.

The streets were busy,

As people hurried like crazy.

Each one looking forward

To a busy day onward.

Suddenly, I saw a man on the roadside,

Old and wretched, broken from the inside.

He was of my father's age,

Looking for food, in the garbage!

Alongside some four legged scavengers,

Who hardly behaved like his challengers,

But rather surprisingly, more welcoming,

Than those who shooed him away, fellow human being!

I was stuck on a bus at a traffic signal,

And other than watching, couldn't do anything additional!

I kept looking as this man found a treasure,

A half eaten bread someone had thrown away at leisure!

His eyes glistened like gold,

Dancing as if he was no old,

He showed that piece towards everyone,

In return got shooed away by all but none!

Of course the sole exception,

Being yours truly!

He finally gave a bite,

Eating hurriedly,

As if he had an appetite infinite.

In seconds the piece found its way,

Inside his tummy!

Meanwhile, my bus resumed its journey,

In its designated way!

All throughout the day,

I hung my head in dismay,

I couldn't come to terms,

With the way, some people live like worms!

No, a worm is not one,

Who shares food with everyone,

But the one who is hell-bent on,

Feeding himself caring for none.

We call ourselves human,

We are said to be species number one!

But when I witness hell here,

I doubt if we have got anywhere,

With so-called human advancement!

Do you now see the disenchantment?

Every day, living a lie,

With technology and superficial development,

While life withers daily!

On our city's pavement!