Ripples
Down the dusty road, in tattered rags he came-
An old man- weary, wilted, and withered.
Supported on a stick, still staggering lame,
With age and fatigue, his body quivered.
I could see a tremor running down his hips.
With expectant eyes, he waited at my doorstep.
No words came out of his pursed lips.
He was tottering as he took each step.
I held his hand, helped him to the patio.
Like a child obeying its elder, he sat on a chair
With eyes sending out a radiant glow,
From the sumptuous fare served, he ate his share.
As he finished his meal, a gleam lighted up his face.
He stood up with hands folded in benison
And took leave, bowing and smiling in grace.
I was so happy, I could make his world blazon.
I watched him stumble along the uneven track
And fade away like a shadow in the distance.
So elated l was. Tears of joy I couldn’t hold back,
With an ebullience penetrating mind’s outer surface.
As a pebble idly tossed causes ripples in still water,
A random act of kindness idly tossed gave me such delight.
As the ripples keep widening and on the banks splatter,
In me, the joy over my kind act as waves, began to beat.
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