Stranger Poem by rahul mandal

I met a friend today;
Whom I didn't know,
Laid on the street he looked grey,
But people weren't stopping their flow,
Have I had time I'd stopped by?
Being part of that flow I walked by.

Had my things done for today,
Promoted myself to buy a better life,
A man could not be but gay,
To bring this news to his wife,
I again passed the same street,
Got myself home avoiding any cleat.

Earlier this day I had promised myself,
To pull my friend from his miserable state,
And I would break the flow to help,
Human race destined to such a nasty fate,
Have I had not forgotten,
I would stop myself loathing.

Energetic me woke up next day,
Filled with joy I dressed my life,
With happy hours and a longer stay,
Treading my misfortune inside the shoes
I kissed my wife.
On the street I saw my friend
He was towed away with a sorry end.

His lonely past buried in a very long
Slumber,
His dreadful future was blinded by death,
He must have lost all his hunger
For life! All his life he was bereft,
While he was going away
I could see him waving sad-bye.

Many like me must have thought
To help him,
While he lay on the street,
But many of us were caught
By happiness or a sorrow fleet,
I wish I could have compromised with time
I'd have saved him and wrote a happier rhyme.

Oh! Stranger! Oh! friend!
Pardon me but I will mend
My relationship with strangers
By helping them when in danger,
So may your soul rest in peace
If I will not, my breath shall cease.