The Impact

From the corner of my balcony

I paved the way for myself

I dropped some food and money

And felt happy for the self.

The deep gloomy eyes glimmered away

Grabbed what was dropped at the bottom

Paid no heed to me and just walked away

Unthankful and wanting 'many' and 'some'.

The stare left the lasting impression

The eyes looked at my gaze, not my hands

They demanded heartfelt words no donation

What I spoilt and lost now who mends?

I remained the 'giver' but she gave away,

Looking for her to present what she left with me.