Abandoned

I sat on the floor of the pavement, Sun shining on my face. It had been ages since I saw the sun. It always evoked a feeling of pure pleasure, Though the one I always remember It was the rising of the sun from behind purple hills. There was so much beauty in the world. But not for me. Everybody forsook me. People came, and people went. Neglected by all. It was never a good morning for me. Someone gave me a paper plate with something on it. I knew there was nothing but mud on it. I put it on the ground and heard the laughter Of some youths who had dared. I said nothing but felt the rumbling in my stomach. I had not eaten the day before, and I felt weak. Then another plate came—a piping hot dog. At last, someone remembered. I ate it slowly. It was all covered with chilli that was too hot to taste. I was hungry and ate it slowly, trying unsuccessfully Remove the chilli and hope for some water. But no one offered. Nothing else happened that day till I felt the sunset. Some policemen roughly told me to go home to my wife. But did I have a home? Did I have a wife? Both had long disappeared when I lost my sight. I hobbled to a lonely low bridge, tapping my white stick And rested there forsaken by all until the next morn. Note: This did happen, but not to me.