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.
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.