He was in Pain Only I Could Hear His Cry

sitting outside the lane of Mumbadevi temple
he begged silently just his piercing eyes ..
he was besieged by his humility ..he looked 
wizened wise ..he was searching for hope
but hope was stalking the other side of
the street in disguise ..

I gave him money told him to buy a meal and he thanked me .
I thanked him too he taught me a lesson.. on survival on introspection and added words of poetry to this picture ,.