Blind was the beggar seated behind
The bustle and the fuss,
Men checking watches, tapping toes,
Waiting for their bus.
Forwarding news on cellphones
They had no time to spare
For a small voice that said”Excuse me”
A schoolgirl with a careworn air.
The beggar tiptapped his way
Around the busy bus stand,
“Take this and go to school, child”,
And he put some coins into her hand.
And she, who had lost her bus-fare
Wondered who had the keenest sight–
The insensitive office goers
Or he– who’d responded to her plight?