An Old Woman Poem by Sanjeev Nanda

A old woman, I saw
kept walking in the blitz of the sun
in the middle of June.
No space on her, unwrinkled
she wore slippers, but broken.
I have her my pity, what else I could do
I gave her coin to buy food.
She stowed the care in her eyes
a smile shone on her face
louder than the sunshine.
Then took the coin, and gave me back
opened her purse - money, she didn't lack.
I could see a fistful of coins, she had in tow
attention, she rarely received.
Love is what kept her fed.