A Child With A Rose

Standing alone on a road, with smile on his lips,
when he came closer, I saw tears in his eyes,
It was really heart touching,
the ocean of feelings in my heart started to rise.
He came more closer and gave me a rose,
After seeing hopes in eyes, I suddenly froze.
It was 8 in the morning; I was on my way to work,
And that little chap was selling flowers on mid of the road.
I saw his little hands, his clothes were soiled,
He was bare feet and his hairs were coiled.
Very softly he said 5 Rupees please,
While giving him the money, I noticed bruises on his knees.
I wanted to know how he got hurt,
Fell somewhere? Or was bitten by someone under whom he used to work.
That little fellow refused to reply,
Suddenly ran away like as he had wings to fly.
I followed him till a narrow by lane,
I saw few kids smaller to him in his hut, crying instead of playing innocent childhood games.
He was first shocked when he saw me,
Then came closer and gave me a look with a brilliant glee.
His mother came and asked who was i?
I told her that I am just a passerby.
I wanted so many things, thousands of questions in my mind,
But after meeting his siblings and mother, I got answers to the questions I wanted to find.
I said nothing much, just left his shanty home,
And the questions I had were all long gone.