Empty Handed In India Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

In a crowded marketplace we walk, holding hands, seeing
all the wares on display, a hawker's market where you
can find almost anything you could want in a simple life.

Scanning everything, jewelry sparkling in my eyes, taunt-
ing me to stop and touch it, wanting me to buy it's brill-
iance right now.

Moving on, enjoying this intense atmosphere where people
here in India have their lives on the line, hoping to sell
to passers-by.

Taking rupees of buyers to purchase a chance at life for
their families here in India, heart going out to them,
wishing I had the money to buy everything they had.

Having nothing myself, sadly walking on past all these
wonderful treasures of India, being empty handed and not
able to purchase anything.