Sighted

Blind was the beggar seated behind 

The bustle and the fuss, 

Men checking watches, tapping toes, 

Waiting for their bus. 

Forwarding news on cellphones

They had no time to spare

For a small voice that said"Excuse me"

A schoolgirl with a careworn air. 

The beggar tiptapped his way

Around the busy bus stand, 

"Take this and go to school, child",

And he put some coins into her hand. 

And she, who had lost her bus-fare

Wondered who had the keenest sight--

The insensitive office goers

Or he-- who'd responded to her plight?