Posted by: Ron DuBour | February 17, 2017

Face of the needy man~by Payal Sunandan


 

 

Face of the needy man

(written long ago in pre-teens)

When I saw the face of a needy man,
I saw the age of an eighty with cane.

The twin of wrinkle and spot on bare ankle,
The pain in voice and the moist in eyes.

Sinful of hands reached for the coins,
Touched his palm shaking in the adjoin.

When I saw the face of the needy man,
I saw the sage of my grandfather then.

A roll of tear imitating the loss of near,
What might be a fear, one day gets sheer.

For I knew the rest might he need,
The memory knows inertia of my breed.

When I saw the face of the needy man,
I saw the gaze of my closest ever man.


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