A Prick!

A Prick!

Over loaded with shopping bags, purse, footwears
We had our day with the fun and freak layers.
Credit buying with no speed breaking,
Money is no problem, we have plastic cards for trading.
A day full of expenses with nothing that we missed,
I love such a day, perfect as my thoughts clicked.

After the tranquilizing dinner we had at a resto,
We pondered quickly if we gotta buy anything that is left or,
There is something we can do more with the money and the energy left.
But then I saw a man, dirty and stinky with those shabby hair he had kept,
Or probably he never had a chance to visit a salon,
We did not want to give a second glance and stared at the moon.

An auto stopped to ask if we needed,
We did a little nego and then succeeded.
As we moved towards the auto and climbed to enter,
Suddenly the shabby fellow jumped with a prescription from a health center.
I could see a baby clinging close to his heart,
He was covered completely with blanket all in parts.

My friend got scared and I commanded the autowala to move quickly,
While this dirty, begging man pleaded us to see the presciption and shower mercy.
The very next thought was that I know these tricks,
And how low a person could be to use the kids.
Cant he work and earn his bread?
Instead of begging and letting his self respect go dead.

He tried to stop our auto saying his child would die,
I shouted, we know your tricks and asked the auto fellow to fly.
There was reluctance in autowala's momentum,
Unlike other instances where they scream and wave off the signal beggers' voice, until they go numb.
Still I ordered to speed up and told my friend for why should not we entertain such acts,
And passified for our not helping him by saying 'These are all tacts'.

Then the shopping discussions took over the dirty man's incident,
We discussed our plans of buying a car, flat, jwellery and the saving plans to implement.
But deep within somewhere there was a constant prick.
There was something disturbing me giving me a kick.
Was I wrong in contemplating the dirty fellow?
Was the kid really ill and did I behave shallow?

What if it was a correct prescription?
What if the child really needed the medication?
We acted smart and ignored them all.
What if his poor father gave us that genuine call?
I kept thinking of it all the night.
But still I could not find if I was right.

To satisfy my small, shallow heart I potrayed him as a liar,
Perhaps after spending thousands, a 10 Ruppees note was like fire.
But the prick was sharp and deep,
I can imagine the father's weep,
I dont know if he was lying,
But I feel low of myself for not being able to take out some bucks out of my purse after the whole day of useless buying.