‘Sympathy by R.Tagore’
It was a busy afternoon,it was the end of the day for office workers.
The streets of the city were overcrowded,
people were rushing to get home, private cars,buses,horse drawn carts,
were all racing to get to their destination,
it seemed nature had broken the banks of the river
and the flood gates were open.
Amid this chaos and confusion the little boy of the shopkeeper,
suddenly saw a kite falling, he was eager to get it,
he darted to the street ignored the traffic,
a dreadful noise alerted everyone what happened.
The boy was run over by a vehicle,
the street shivered, loud cries were heard from the sky,
the goddess from heaven was weeping.
I looked and saw a prostitute
rolling on the ground sobbing.