As the afternoon's silence became too loud,
My mind nudged me to step out
The city is pretty new to me; so are its streets,
I started walking, not caring for the west or east
The rain seems to be really fond of me,
Maybe because our names mean the same.
Just two days to her last visit
Yet she couldn't resist as she found me outside on my feet.
The water painting my glasses made me cold and blind
I kept staring at lights that flickered red, yellow, and green.
A hand pulled me and I slipped, with a shock and a scream
A moment of darkness faded into four smiling faces: a family, whom we often call 'the homeless'.
No words exchanged; the fragile hands just extended a small cup of tea
Nothing fancy, yet the shine in their eyes added all the flavours.. rich, rare and selfless.
Half an hour there; I walked back to my Vihar, Drenched and my clothes still wet
Yet somehow, I was deeply warm
With the tea, and the hearts… of the so called homeless ❤️
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