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Every Saturday 8'O Clock.
At the temple, with my stock.
To help the poor, to bring smile on their faces.
I distribute things to all the races.
Last few times, my eyes locked upon a child around ten.
Tall, chubby, cute and smiling, skin radiant though tanned.
Far away from the crowd, sitting quietly and watching people bowed.
He touched my heart, was on my mind.
So, this time I remembered to carry some thing special kind.
I got one black school bag.
Though I felt, he might prefer some snack.
To my surprise, the moment I stepped out; he patted my back and I turned around.
"Didi what's there for me today," politely he enquired.
He told me, he studies, he goes to class nine.
I felt good that I got him a bag.
He took it with a mesmerising smile.
He turned back and vanished some where in the crowded aisle.
Since then, every time my eyes look for him in vain.
Hoping to see him some day again.


A Contest About a Goddess or God - Not THE God Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
Date: 6th July;2020

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