A Gift


With a torn shirt, soiled pants and dusty hair,
I started walking towards infinity.
With a hope to find water to clear my messed-up fate.

I turned right, trying to escape the sight
Of a furious dog in the left lane.
Where I saw two women swimming in the crystal-clear water, naked.
They laughed at the sight of me, at the sight of my empty pocket.
And they wouldn’t let me touch the water
As disgusted was the last thing they wanted to feel.

I walked further and turned left
Where a tailor sat in a very small room,
Small enough to fit a sewing machine and one lean groom.
But since the night was blinding me, I continued
Without bothering about the rags on my body.

Later I noticed two luminous eyes moving towards me,
It was the furious dog, aiming to devour me.
I held my breath and ran, until I reached an abandoned house’s door.
Smelling of fresh lavender, the house felt serene.

I stepped in, to the jingling of wind chimes
And stumbled over a box.
A colorful and decorated, but dusty box
That I had lost long ago.
It contained a picture of my mother which was enough
To take away my pain, doubts and sorrows.
Along with a note that read-
“Take a shower, I have toasted some bread.”

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