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 |
