Lost Poem by Tiya Sen

I saw her sitting on the road side,
On her lap was a small child.
Her clothes were unclean and tattered,
But to her it was the last thing that mattered.
She was so lost in the emptiness of her eye,
That she couldn’t even hear her baby cry.
Her loss of belonging somewhere was so strong,
She couldn’t even remember since how long,
She had last felt a smile touch her face.
She seemed unable to figure out when in the race,
She lost the roof on her head,
The meals which her baby needed to be fed,
The man who would justify her and her baby,
Or even share some of the burdens so heavy.
All the passer by sure gave her a careless glance,
But did not bother to put a sympathetic penny into her begging arms.
She sat there for hours together begging,
Losing her dignity with each moment passing.
Maybe it was because she had nothing else left to lose,
Or maybe she did not find herself in a position to choose.