A story untold.

                    A story untold.

The small crowd mingled

Around the slight figure crumpled

On the edge of the busy main road

Just under the street name board.

Though the city streets were full of those

Who lost their way, their house, and spouse.

But she was different in some way

A few hearts, her looks can still sway.

She looked weak, but not unhealthy

Achingly attractive but very, very dirty.

Once a blooming rose, fast losing its glow

Unknown to herself she was on the show.

Some sighed by acting pity

Some looked with genuine sympathy,

A few letched at her slim line

And quite a few suspected of her some crime.

Unaware of the highway din

Neither fully awake not sleeping,

A forsaken child of mankind

For the world around, she was blind.

A security man poked her with cane

Shouted at her to get lost in the by lane,

Bringing her back to her life

Forcing her to face her grief.

She opened her eyes with great effort

Clear brown eyes confused and hurt,

She moved her hand searching for hold

Groping thin air for some support.

A senior citizen steeped forward

Self conscious, hesitant and awkward,

To help, he tried to hold her hand

She recoiled and threw on him, some sand.

A brief fire burned in her eyes

Like strike of lightning in the dark skies.

Her lips twisted and she cried foul

Bleeding words came out of her wounded soul.

She stood up with slow grace

Dark emotions written large on her face,

Gingerly turned back and left the road

Taking back with her a story untold.

By;-

Milton Roy ‘Rahbar’

This is a depiction of a real life incident witnessed

on the streets of Mumbai.