She waves at the security guard,
every day,
lending him a bit of change,
in his mundane work,
of staring at the road,
and passing vehicles.
Her eyes sparkle,
when she sees a random dog,
out on the streets,
she doesn’t mind speaking,
sweet nothings,
to the tiny aquatic fishes,
within the four glass molds,
while they stare with wonder,
at the pretty human.
she mirrors the pain,
of roadside dwellers,
Crafting jute items,
in the dim light,
while the half-open shed,
lends them rest for the day.
her transparent pouch is stuck,
with random heart-shaped stickers,
of different colors,
she bought when,
a small girl was selling it,
it Was too hard for her,
to ignore,
the sparkle in her eyes.
