The Geetha Discourse

It  was a  Geeta Discourse hall

The crowd listened spellbound

The life, the soul and the Karma,

The rebirth and death she explained

How true the crowd murmured

The discourse ended, the Guru came out

People swarmed around her praising

She glowed, drenched in praise.

On the pavement sat a beggar girl

Clad only in rags, ruffled air

Hunger written all over her face

Begging, stretching her skeleton hands

Poor, poor soul, the Geeta lady moaned

Looking sorrowfully at the beggar

No time for prayer, her life wasted

She murmured as she got into her car

An old man crossing the road collapsed

The traffic screamed and went around him

The Geeta crowd stood and watched

Muttering some few words for the man

Beggar girl now with a cup of Tea

Bought out of the few coins left

Halted near the man, a crumbled figure

Hesitantly she looked around

After a little hesitation, she moved

Poured the tea into the old man’s mouth

The old man opened his eyes, he

Got up and moved on his way

With unsteady steps and hunger

Empty stomach gnawing her, she

Walked to her place on the road

The Geeta crowd stood and watched.