It was mid noon.
Scorching hot and traffic at its peek,
My eyes stopped at a man on the side walk,
Behind a freight tricycle.
He had plastic bottles filled with water
Three or four
Bent, he was serving his purpose
Of life.
In sickness and good health
The vow of life,
He bathed a woman
With amputated limb.
Her mind in mayhem
Her body disheveled
She is irresolute of her circumstances.
Behind the freight tricycle
He cleansed her
Pouring bottles of water.
Washing away her woe.
They could have been complete strangers
Left to deal destitution
They could have been a couple
Peripatetic and deprived.
They made peace with each other
and with their state
The pavement became their home
and a dog their companion.
Among a mount of despair.......their is bliss
