Good Still Exists Poem by Kranthi Pothineni

Going on bike over 100kph
And cab in front turns
Suddenly into my lane
And bang, bike hits cab
And hits me into air

Next when I opened eyes
I found myself on bed
And saw one old man
Standing in front of me
In white dress and smile

I tried pulling my back
To rise and rest on it
Only to find something wrong
With my left hand and right leg
By then old man helped me

And made me rest on back
By saying clam down son
You are perfectly all right
There is nothing to worry
You rest he said and left

I smiled and turned my left
And saw a huge bandage
From wrist to shoulder
And looked down to right
Only to find a shapeless leg

By then old man came
Along with few more
They checked my pulse
And left note to old man
Then I asked old man

Who brought me hear?
A middle-aged man, he said
Is it the cabby? I asked
Cab left after hitting you
He is one of god’s sons

He got you hear and left
Old man said with smile
You are very lucky my son
The crash was very bad
You’re lucky to breath again

How you knew? I asked
Saw your bike, he said
Where is it now? I asked
Don’t worry about it now
He said and left with note

I saw newspaper beside me
I picked to check the date
It reads Sunday Times
Then I said to myself
Yes the old man is right

I looked around the room
And there is no one in
So I turned to my left
And said, I am sorry
For hurting you so badly

And looked down to right
Said, sorry for you too
And also promised all
I will never hurt anyone
And asked to forgive me

By then old man came
And gave me some juice
Along with few pills
And sat beside my bed
And gave few x-ray sheets

He explained me about it
And gave me a note
With the names of pills
And helped me with them
And said in a soft tone

He gave you second chance
So live to your best
And make use of your life
Also said few good things
And took my leg in to his hand

And started to clean it
With a wet hot cloth
Slowly I slipped into sleep
By the time I got up
It was nearly midnight

I turned to my right
And saw the old man
Still sitting beside me
But he was in sleep
And saw my leg in little shape

So I helped myself
Into the rest room
And came back to bed
And looked and old man
And started to think

The relation between us
He calls me son and helps
He tells me good things
He takes care of me
And I hardly knew him

Is he doing his job?
I felt its more then job
So I helped myself out
And got pen and paper
To write a note of thanks

I wrote and kept it under bed
And slipped into sleep
I got up next day morning
Only to find him again
With smile and wishes

He said your leg is fine
But feet is in bad shape
I smiled and said thanks
I can manage it now
So I will leave, I said

He forced me to stay
For one more day
But I insisted to leave
So I finished formalities
And left room saying thanks

I walked out limbing
Old man came to help
He took my right arm
On to his shoulder
And helped me with cab

Then I took the note
And gave it to him
He opened it before me
And looked it for while
And folded it into pocket

Thanks my boy, he said
Many left me with money
They had priced my service
But you are the first one
To give such a note

Note, which I can’t read
But when I looked it
My eyes got wet son
He said in lump throat
With eyes full of water

I cursed my lower lip
Beneath my teethes tight
And took a long breath
To control my eyes
And gave him half hug

I said, thanks a lot
Take care, he told me
Said, after reaching home
First take a clean bath
You smell really bad

I smiled and left him
With heart full memories
And long with new hope
Which told, good still exists
In my little cold dark world