That Is Humanity… (3) Poem by V P Mahur

Busy in my own thoughts
Hurried to somewhere
I was walking swiftly
With a little care
As if on a long travel
But suddenly
At the gate of the hospital
My eyes hooked
And I looked
A gentle lady
With her hands stretched
Begging
Not for money
But for her husband’s life
Who was injured badly
And needed blood urgently
Everybody was hearing
Her urge heart tearing
But no one felt concern
For her agony and pain
In my own flow
I too kept on my go
But all of a sudden
I felt hot molten glass
Through my hearing pass
Entering into my heart
And something form the skirt
Of my sleeping emotions
Waking me up
I saw myself
Lying like a dead man
And my inner conscious
Was shouting at me
Day and night
You flow away the blood of
Innocent creatures
But shiver upto your deep
Just at the imagination of
Some drops of your blood
Giving away to others
An unknown string
Stretched my feet
Back to the onlookers’ ring
With an affirmity
That was none but humanity