Part time GOD

As I was walking down the street

An old man was sitting at corner, like shivering skinny meat

Everyone around, were walking with his or her swift feet

Running to their offices, to fill the time sheet

 

To those faces so concrete

This old man’s existence, was simply very obsolete

Like it was a rugged bicycle seat

It felt someone have erased his presence by pressing the ‘shift’ and ‘delete’

 

I went to him and said ‘Uncle can I sit with you, although’

‘It’s not my business to ask you, but it felt that you are feeling very low’

He said ’ Son, you have come to me like a snow’

‘Volcano within me, was about to burst out and flow’

‘I had no one else to talk with, you know !’

 

He told me some small stories he had, which were unsaid

‘Son because of you, today I’ll sleep with a very peaceful head’

‘I’m so very relived to talk with you ’ he said

‘May you get the best in life and God’s  bless’

 

That felt so good, I must confess

That I don’t have a single word to express

But it was puzzling me , nevertheless

As if my thoughts were playing, a game of chess

 

Why did the old man, felt happy talking to me?

I’m not ‘Mother Teresa’ or any kindness tree

 

I’m just another, may be, a semi decent guy

Like everyone I’m materialistic, sometimes cunning and shy

I did nothing great, for that old guy

I just sat with him for five minutes, instead of passing by

 

But now when I deeply think

 

May be my random act of kindness, was not that odd

May be for him, I became that divine and connecting cod

That gave him happiness and a peaceful nod

For that very moment, I felt like a part time GOD.

 

@Copyright: Authored by : Anup D.