I smiled at her from the other end of the road.She stood there staring at me,
while her li’l brother kept gazing at the empty milk bottle in her hand.I smiled, yet again from inside of my car.Her expressions, however, were the same.
The traffic lights were soon going to turn green.She thought of not losing an opportunity.She ran towards my car.
I noticed how adorable her brother was,
and how mature the 8 year old was.She knocked at my car window hard.
She made me notice the empty milk bottle that was in her hand.I sat there numb.
Thinking how hard life is for some.She looked with eager eyes at me.
My smile, she thought, could turn to another reason of her temporary glee.
To bring life to her lifeless eyes,
I thought of forms of help I could offer to her.But, realizing how poor at heart we are,
no matter how rich otherwise we are,
I slided my car window, to deblur her expressions.
She took away the note I offered to her and ran towards another car,
while her brother kept thinking, if this is what for he was brought into this world.
