Girl From India Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

It was a dreary discount store
The merchandise was cheap
Rough people shopped and tended it
With odds and ends in heaps

Some businessmen from India
Imported shoddy goods
The buyers never gave a hoot
And grabbed what they could loot

I chanced to pass that way one night.
'Miss, would you have some glue? '
'We just ran out, the store will close
There's nothing I can do.'

I was already on the street
When it occurred to me
A pure and shiny dropping tear
Was resting on her eye.

What heartbreak caused this pure, small tear
In such a mundane store?
Was there a young man left behind
That she would see no more?

Would Ghengis or some other stream
Drown pangs and pains of love
Her kindred never knowing why
They lost their little dove.

That single tear seemed out of place
Just like that little girl
Who'd take a notice in their rush
Or who would even care?

Such moments in a shabby store
While looking at a tear
Are moments in my flow of life
So small and yet so dear.