Pacing through the busy lane,
Hauled me, The Sight, purely of anguish...
Muttering in her slumber, there lay,
On the squalid pavement,
A feeble lady of Ninety Nine....
Destitute, In solitude...
Her frizzled hair blown away by the zephyr,
From the scarred forehead...
I stared long upon her...
When the skinny, fragile frame of hers,
Stirred at the cyclist's bell....
Her eyes met mine, and her sunken face,
Recited, tales of her past...
Her protruding bones, narrated,
Hunger-stricken existence...
Her sombre eyes...Rendered me an insight...
Virtually a century of excruciation...
Laid, I, a shilling on her deformed metal plate...
And walked away, sinking among the busy lane...
Into a Hard-hearted busy life.....
Raihana Abdul Jabbar
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/through-the-busy-lane/
