Aparna Mirajkar

One Buck - Poem by Aparna Mirajkar

The signal turns red,
My car halts screeching.
My eyes focused on the lamp red,
Unaware of his gaze, hopeful but leaching.

I hear a knock on the window,
And see that pale expecting look.
A tanned hungry kid of 6,
Begging for a buck.

I dig in my pocket,
And joy replaces hope in his eyes.
I find a coin and stretch to give it,
And at that time the red signal dies.

Hurriedly I shift the gear,
The rushing traffic I join,
Speeding I forget that
I am still holding the coin.

With guilt I look behind
To trace the begging child
His teary hopeful eyes
Searching a generous soul, in the traffic wild.

Comments about One Buck by Aparna Mirajkar

  • (1/19/2017 2:56:00 AM)

    A very deep thought... touched.. great read (Report) Reply

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  • (6/24/2008 10:47:00 AM)

    I share your feelings and pain......I see them too in our signals..
    What more can we do for such a kid, allow him to beg forever or reform..
    can we all do something more......
    We see them more often in traffic signals, for them no choice but forced into it
    a few genuine faces we see among them
    Aparna a well conceived thougtht, heart felt...and I can understand that.
    I give you 10+ for this
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  • (6/24/2008 7:13:00 AM)

    this gives me pain...you should have responded equally quick to the green signal of your mind also, aparna...thanx for your sincere sharing...good piece (Report) Reply

  • (6/24/2008 3:37:00 AM)

    A 'soul searching' poem, indeed. Simplicity and Honesty have embellished your work...
    A good read -
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 24, 2008

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