atiguhya padma
03-15-2006, 02:05 PM
A thousand thoughts rise up
The beggar in a foetal position
Crouching in that unappealing space
Between floor and wall
Riverbed experience covers his feet
A focal point for passers by
As they escape
She halts. Opens her purse.
Maybe she quietly says something
She looks at him and smiles
Like he is just another
Human being.
Commuters pressure past
The steady stream of pedestrians
Rising up to the world
From the underground
Who dares block this progress?
One who salves a conscience
For a brief moment
In time.
The observer notes it all
Writes it down in thoughtful words
Creative patterns weaved
A record of events
Captures the camera angle,
Surveys the scene one last time
Before, passing on
Like some television screen
The beggar in a foetal position
Crouching in that unappealing space
Between floor and wall
Riverbed experience covers his feet
A focal point for passers by
As they escape
She halts. Opens her purse.
Maybe she quietly says something
She looks at him and smiles
Like he is just another
Human being.
Commuters pressure past
The steady stream of pedestrians
Rising up to the world
From the underground
Who dares block this progress?
One who salves a conscience
For a brief moment
In time.
The observer notes it all
Writes it down in thoughtful words
Creative patterns weaved
A record of events
Captures the camera angle,
Surveys the scene one last time
Before, passing on
Like some television screen