The child by the street lamp

The child stood by the street lamp,

Shivering in the breeze.

And the commuters, impatient to reach their destinations,

Spared not the kid a second glance

Even as he gestured for some kindness.


Almost suddenly,

A man grabbed him by the hand.

Fearfully, he turned and saw

The man he was to avoid;

The ‘evil one’ who took children away

To places worse than their present hell.


His clothes were tattered, his hair unkempt.

His face covered with bruises.

His stony eyes stared at him

With an emotion beyond cognition.


He dug into his pocket

As the child struggled to escape.

But out came a packet of biscuits

Which he gave to the child

After opening it and taking one himself.


The child stood there statute-like,

Less hungry nevertheless.

As the shabby man limped away,

He went back near the street light

Gesturing for some kindness.


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