When
I see a wounded dog by the roadside,
When I hear a child cry,
When I read about orphans and destitutes,
When I find a fellow passenger about to fall off a bus,
My heart misses a beat...
But why, I wonder
Should outside events stir me up so much,
A sudden flash and I remember -
The source of all our lives is just the same!
©
2002 Krithika Anand