Across the Hill

Across the Hill
The disappearing shadow
Passed in silence, no air to breath
Only few disconnected incoherent words
Passed through the cold winter air.
No home, no family and no friends,
Disposed off by time and inhumanity in Foreign land.
The look haunted my soul.
And why let this man wither and die?
For he committed no crime and no harm!
Clothes and some other help will see him through another November night,
But will he survive the coming days and nights, abandoned by creatures who trade empty and insincere words, they
Speak of love and care, of fairness and on Sundays they are preached charity, compassion and humanity.
The pain now is unceasing and the shame unbearable.
Tomorrow few items to give him
Not In sorrow but In shame and inner pain.
K@42