The Load

I saw an old man with a heavy load

Almost doubling his body very low,

 His steps staggering and shivering

With the load, he did walk all the way

With unlimited pity, my heart cried

Oh God, What a pain he has to bear!

Two steps ahead I found school children

Walking with their overloaded bags

Lunch bag and water bottles hanging

They were almost beasts of burden

My heart melted again with sorrow

Oh God, what a weight they have to bear

Two old ladies sat, their walking sticks nearby

One mumbled it was telephone call earlier

But it is just a Whats- up the message I get

Our children in the US are too busy to talk

We cannot blame them but drag our lives

My heart broke in deep anguish and pain

Oh God, the pain of these old souls

Coming back I saw the man again

Walking with the same loads on his back

But now I suddenly felt less pain

As he is free to unload his burden after a while

But a load of those old women’s heart

Oh God, Could it be unloaded anytime?