The Beggar Boy

Ya, it was Kochi,
Evenings were red in MG Road.
Sun was eager to hide the night,
but that beggar boy is
still on the street, hands full of dirt,
asking for money.

I looked into his eyes,
deep inside no tears, all vaporized,
but fumes of blood, in his heart.

Reaching little dirty hands,
I said: I do not prefer money,
let me dress you well,
and give you food
His eyes glittered
smiled with his still white teeth.

But his mother watching
pulled him away, she need money
to get some booze,
She need her son (son?),
to entertain her life.

But there is someone who is better than booze,
Seek the Christ…
She walked away, with her sobbing son

It was dark and city started murmuring
Let my savior walk with them
Let my savior protect them
from the evils of city.

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