The Street Urchin Poem by Raja Basu

I was returning to home after having a hard day at office, and was so terribly exhausted

I was so eager for the bath that I was supposed to have after reaching home, and get my energy boosted.

I had already alighted from the bus that had dropped me near my residence, and was walking so hurriedly

My only aim was to reach home at the earliest, where I was being awaited by my dear family.

“Excuse me”, it was at this time that I heard the voice, and turned round to find a street urchin.

A little boy of around 10 years, in shabby clothes and having a physique so frail and thin.

“Please do not ask for any alms, I have no time! ” I snapped at him in a harsh voice

Harshness is the only way to drive away nagging beggars. There is absolutely no other choice.

The boy looked at me for few seconds, with both confusion and pain in his eyes

And then spoke again, with a smile at his lips that was so innocent and nice.

“Sorry if I bothered you Sir, but I just wanted to give you back your purse

Which had fallen down from your pocket, when you were alighting from the bus”.