Was A Kind Man?

He offered me his seat in the bus

He helped me with my luggage

Silently he stood, smiling, beside me

……..

The same happened the next day

He offered me his seat again,

This time he asked my name,

I told him but again he just smiled

……..

The third day I found him sitting,

Lost in thought, I found another seat,

I sat there wondering about home,

How mom would be and dad too.

……………

…….

The bus suddenly stopped,

Three persons dashed in,

Grabbed this man, thrashed him,

Kicked him and dragged him out of the bus.

No one said anything, no one did anything,

No one dared to move from their seats,

I heard someone say "What are they doing?”

Another said "He must have been a thief.”

Yet another "Leave, the police will handle it.”

…….

That day I couldn't concentrate on my work

I kept thinking of that man,

The way he had been so nice to me,

The person could not have been a bad man, “No”

I should have done something to help him

…

“Rieta, come on, the boss is giving a treat..”

…

“I am coming”

Well

That man must have done something wrong,

Why do I think about him

Well he was just another man

...

Was a kind man.