A wish

Amidst the rush and row, I hear a sweet melody,

Like someone’s helpless plea, lost in world’s disparity.

Gruesome, grave, gritty, in his eyes I did see,

Story of suppressed existence -- a stark reality.

When I chose not to wait… refused to help him,

He accepted my stance, so very grim,

He walked away quietly, hiding the tears,

that had by now…. reached up to the brim.

Is he a born martyr, or a grown-up sage?

Or am I being blind to the silent outrage?

I wish I had the power to change the world stage

Where we choose to play equals, consciously come of age.