Solitude

Alone she sits at a corner of the station,

Staring aimlessly at the millions of people passing by

To fulfil their lives cravings

Too busy to throw even a glance.

She doesn't have any complaints

She fears nothing nor carries hope

The only feeling that persists

Is that of utmost hunger

Older than the building itself

Miseries and hardships of life

Adding more years to her appearance

The sounds of trains echoing throughout

Separated only by a leap, she struggles

Resisting to give away the precious gift of life

Her only possession, the ragged cloth she’s wearing

And a disfigured plastic bottle full of water

Where the hope for a stomach full meal

Being a luxury she can’t afford

She watches people rushing to places

While her life stood still at this station

Where time or date has no meaning

Out of sympathy when I offered some food,

She looked at me with those tired eyes

And whispered ‘may god help you’