Uncle, the Last Resort
Sullen face , unkempt hair,
Sharp eyes, could hide her sorrow
A kid girl, crossing daily
India- Myanmar border
In search of food!
This side, Moreh, a tiny town
Morning market, a hub, commercial
That’s the lifeline, for this tiny Burmese girl!
Wiping table after table
Washing dishes
Quietly she waits for the next order
Customers, Uncle, the restaurant owner,
All kings for her!
Sitting at the corner of the restaurant
Leisurely sipping tea
Soon my eyes catches her face,
Gun fight, no food, malnourished siblings
Helpless mother, resigned to fate, her father,
Her helplessness flashed on her sunken face!
I wish!
I could tell Uncle, her employer
Hey man, have mercy!
Suddenly, I heard the pale voice of her!
“Uncle, it’s time to go”,
Ok. Come next day early
He drew the drawer , a hundred rupee (INR),
Thought a moment , added another twenty rupees,
“you did well, lot of people, you deserve extra buck”,
Take this packet of food your home!
All on a sudden, flicker of smile on her face,
Her joy!
Blissful face of uncle, the owner
I could feel
Humanity spread large
On the floor of this restaurant!
Amid all these worldly burden,
Uncle, the last resort!
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