Indifference

She looks at me with greedy eyes,
Makes me feel as guilty as mice.
I hurry forward before I fall in my own eyes,
trying not to care if she lives or dies.

A common story, an experience shared,
Since we all happen to see beggars spared
by some miracle or wonder of God,
spared, to die in the gutter, to stink, to rot.

I have seen the young mothers begging away,
their enfants craddled in arms, going astray,
their ribs so clear, you could count them all,
but the sorrow, the misfortune and pain in their eyes, above all!!

Oh! Am I blessed to lead such a comfortable life,
to not be able to share anything without a strife?
Or is it just us, the "chosen" ones,
entitled to squander all the money and buns?

Those sad, greedy eyes, Oh! how I hate..
for they make one feel my life's a waste.
But I do not let it happen at any cost,
am quite content with the comfort of Eros.

Such is our life, full of miserable joy,
the importance of it ending with just another boy,
But as far as I can, I choose to differ,
and as I put a penny in the outstreched palms,
I go on without any worries, without any qualms.