Short Notice

There she lied naked on the road,
Getting attention galore,
She was changing her clothes,
Oblivious of hundred of eyes piercing through her week bones.

Was she an orphan?
Or dumped by her family,
Disowned by her husband,
Or robbed by her fate?

Unkempt hair, dirty feet,
With wrinkled forehead and chapped skin,
Using a torn newspaper and her hands,
She tried to cover her bare parts.

A thin blanket and dirty steel glass,
Were a part of her life,
As people passed by,
She stayed naked for a while.

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On a chilly winter in capital,
Two little girls in long skirts,
Walking down a deserted street,
Busy in their playful activity.

Holding hands, naughty glances,
Two little girls were chatter boxes,
As I looked at them,
Through the window of my car,
My gaze got fixed for a while.

Loaded with woolens, I was all shivering,
But the two little girls,
In dirty shawls,
Walking barefoot on road,
Not feeling the cold at all.

Someone has said it right,
The more you have, the more you fright,
With that thought in my mind,
I drove away from the sight.