Winter at the peak point, There was a breeze air, Twilight got fallen by turn, There was a drizzling.
A mini bus carrying on, Contain Some caravan, Toward their destination, Which has crowded too.
While the bus going away from City, ticket collector set About tickets, he called for Tickets to every one.
During the ask for Ticket While he approached To a poor lady who was Call for tickets, nothing tune.
Produced by helpless lady, At just collector furious upon Her, sometimes he pass over, While carrying on to others.
After wind up tickets , He recited for ticket to Her, but remain same Answer, nothing to pay.
At same wrathful answer, Blow out whistle to stop bus, Cry out for her drop down, From bus, due to not paid.
Whereas night got fallen But no one come forward To her help, whereas few Person rich there & could.
When poor she set down, She tolerant aversion & snub, Speak rather, murmuring But, By her differ language.
unable to walk due her pregnancy, clothes filthy In reality, she need too help, As financial & physically.
Where she had bound To drop, There is no shop & home, Rather boulevard, What lay down timorous.
No didn’t help her, might due to Her creed, but humanity don’t Teach the discrimination Based on cast & religion.
10:30 pm 01/04/2020
female poems
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This poem describes about the poor wohman who was helpless and need help by way of financial as well as physical. But, all present passengers would not had helped her but some insulted her. What was too wrong and sympathy less as well as shameful.
