No Name

No name

 

   In the morning,

I awake

With high expectations

Of what the day would bring.

  A race against time is at stake

A transit to my place of labor

I would undertake.

  Along my path to the bus stop

I walked alone

  It wasn’t reality at all:

My shadow and the sun

Took to opposite sides…

  On the spot where I would wave the bus

I pitched my frame;

A moving vehicle came to a halt.

   I disappeared from the morning heat_

Squeezed in through the horde of commuters_

To slip into my seat

    Nothing seemed to be moving

 Though I had a fair share

 Of the morning’s fresh air

    The surroundings sped past…

 Snapped away from my stagnant spell,

 When I realized the vehicle was moving fast

     None compelled my senses respond:

 The moving train of buildings;

 Clouds on cue

  In a scene blue hue

     Along the side path; pedestrians

 Otherwise, heads thrust out through windows

 For exchange of relevant gestures:

 A smile or frown;

 Antics of a lovely town

     Towards the bridge

  I came across an exception…

 The impression I caught glued on to my memory;

 A surge in of details that gave reason to worry

   Though we differed in distance,

 At the moment,

It seemed the sight between each of us

 Would lie at resonance

 

   A boy meters away…

Unlike the others,

Carrying a bowl with sachet of water-

 He had no word said;

Just stood there,

Nursing the wounds that seemed obvious

  None dared care;

His face at loss of original character:

The expression of a sincere smile-

…Unwinding back

    Erect as if unmoved,

 But Lost in a world filled with neglect;

A world he didn’t choose:   

From the bare of foot to the broken bowl in use

    Nothing to take to

 Save the torn off shirt

 With bleached trousers covering under.

     Nothing acknowledged of this child;

  Perhaps his birthday…

    The details on him, vivid by contrast_

Across the scene the bus sped past_

My eyes panned away;

Then I paused for wonder:

How the future of a boy

Is clouded up, not being seen at all

Courtesy; the cruelty of a human being:

In robbing off his pride and joy…

     I emerged off the vehicle;

 My tear drops bulged spherical

 As the passing time stood still,

 The brief encounter towered my emotions to the fill.