The Man On The Street

An insignificant man like me, you will hardly meet.

You come from palatial mansions, spectacular and tall,

I come from the shanties, on the other side of the wall.

I have no idea what the mysterious Coronavirus is,

For me, two square meals a day is the ultimate bliss!

 I hardly earn a few coins by slogging tirelessly all day,

To know my abject misery, with me, you have to stay.

When my baby cries for milk, I resolutely block my ears,

As I do not have the means to dry her ever-flowing tears,

My father has been very sick, but he is resigned to suffer,

 As the remaining life for him, could not be any tougher!

My aged mother has been famished and for days starving, 

As I have never been able to have any past Saving, 

 Even the few roadside eateries have shut their doors.

In dire desperation, with the virus, must we settle our scores?!