A Tiny Piece Of Bread Poem by Roopa Menon

Raging rain and deafening noise
Two lonely eyes on street
Staring from a prehistoric sac
His only home
Hungrily chewing on bread
His proud discovery on the street
When a tiny being crawled near
And stared at rag pickers face
Finally a toothless smile broke in
And an innocent bond
Of brother hood and love
Merrily danced in the air
Now two pairs of eyes
Sat under the lone home
Hungrily feeding
On the tiny piece of bread.
Suddenly the young one was snatched away
A purse came swishing
Smashing the rag picker’s face
Curses he could hear
But the innocent eyes witnessed
A beautiful thing called love
As the lady cuddled her son
“Oh my lovely angel”, she cried.
Swish, smash and crack
The beatings she rained
And the lonely eyes injured and hurt
Silent tears flowed
The rain raged on
Washing away his home
And the tiny piece of bread
Lay drenched and forgotten.