Morsels of Love

Like the destitute child, hungry

Gazing at the goodies in the glass shelves

Hoping, that if he looks at it long enough

The glasses would melt

And those inside would come marching out

Straight at him –

Or, the shopkeeper, taking pity on him

Or to get rid of the pest –

Or a kind heart would buy one –

And

Throw it at him, ridding himself of the guilt –

The possibilities are many

For the beggar who cannot choose…

************* Balachandran V, Trivandrum 16.11.2015