Beggar

Her robust dark body
hardly betrays her poverty or despair
she comes begging in my train
I show my indifference
only to gaze at her long,from a distance.

After a while she's there on the platform
seated on a bench with her plump baby
smiling she swipes the sweat off her face
her large eyes
get larger as she throws
her baby in the air

My train chugs ahead
I take her along in my thoughts
a fellow woman
from a strange situation.

Antic jewellery

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