Sign Posts Of God Ii Poem by sreelekha premjit

Sit down, she said
have this
pushing a plate
of piping hot idlis
two little bowls of Sambar and Chutney
she smiled again

turning his face
as if there was no hurry
his droopy eyes
half shut

he pushed a polythene bag
right into her face
in, he nodded
slowly she put it in


those idlis and the sambar
gathering his tattered clothes
his droopy eyes
half shut

he prodded with his stick
got up
to a waiting wife
or a wailing child



he had to feed that someone
so plodding his way
in tattered clothes
a large heart he concealed
a sign post of God! ! !