Morsels On Her Plate Poem by Nikunj Sharma

Craggy face by roadside
Hands stretched in anticipation
Faces behind the glasses morph
In an expression of rejection


Dust stained morsels
Resting on her plate
Hardened by the strokes of heat
Just as her physical state


Lady luck nowhere in sight
Passersby pitying on her plight
Eyes full of expectation
Here and there they roam
Earth below and magnificent firmament above
Her palatial home


Windows opened and shut
Clenched fists
Unreleased coins
Hollow sighs
Momentary pain
Is this what with her -
Shall remain …..

Wrinkles and pain lines
Is what now shines
On what once was a young face…
Dejection abounds …..
No hint of human grace ….

An eye on people
Another on morsels
Hanging in balance
Her poor commercial equation
Let the mercy flow
Towards a hapless face
Dusty hair in a public place
Loosen your purse strings
If you may
May the morsels on her plate
Always stay