Walking Alone

An old lady was walking alone on a street,

A young kid with love asked, Grandma why,

Why are you not taking a hand to help?

She replied, better to walk alone than,

Hold a hand which does not care for you,

Children, I nurtured not to hold and support me,

I nourished them so that they get their wings to fly,

You can’t demand a return for your love, anywhere,

As love is not a contract signed on stamp paper,

Give love to anyone not, just the tagged ones as YOURS,

If we did that without any expectation, then,

There is always a stranger, whom God sends to you,

A young man, a stranger unknown, stepped forward,

Took the wrinkled hand lovingly, the old lady smiled.