Another penny tinkers into the empty bowl
He looks up at the smiling face,
Like an enigmatic resurge, it brings one to his own
a freckled face of a man who had lost.
The boy smiled, a smile of sheer pleasure
two breads and a penny, he'd stole from the bakery
the guilt and the hunger played games in his mind,
it reminded him of his treachery.
He, thus dropped the penny into the bowl
and felt his spirit lighten up
again walked away briskly,
the transgressional pursuit now accomplished
The world now tries to Humanise
being the Saint, post the sinner
changing veils every now and then,
And I wonder, who is the real Winner?
nice piece... its all in perception.. its all in deeds... No one answer to this... Liked it!! keep writing!
ReplyDeleteReminds me of a short story by Pearl S. Buck titled "The Refugee". So much close to what you've written. :)
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