Weak and tired <br />days of hardwork telling <br />his feet failing him <br />ah! then he flopped <br />down on the road <br />as he walked <br /> <br />nothing stopped <br />not a single car nor bus <br />no man rushing to his office <br />no child to his school <br />not a single loitering fellow <br />not even the policeman who watched <br /> <br />save the youngman on the bicycle <br />who rode ahead <br />but kept looking behind <br />and then came to the man lying <br />bending down with a warm smile <br />and a grieving heart <br /> <br />first bending to <br />to pick up things scattered <br />holding then the poor hands groping for help <br />smilingly held the torn bag of cloth <br />the tiffin box peeping out <br />a companion of many years <br /> <br />walking him to a shade <br />holding a bottle of water for the thirsty <br />he stayed on, unhurried, patient <br />as the bewidered pour soul <br />held his yellow printed cloth bag close <br />he simply smiled reassurance <br /> <br />and then when they parted ways <br />the poor worker wondered <br />at the bicycle boy and his benevolence <br />knowing well what he knew by experience <br />how he deserved to be treated <br />his poverty was his curse <br /> <br />he joined hands to thank no one in particular... <br />he didnt know he had just met a signpost of god.<br /><br />sreelekha premjit<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/signposts-of-god-i/