Helping Hand Poem by PRAVEEN KUMAR English Poems

When I walked half way through,
I saw him on road lying alone
With hot air over him as his cover
On blistering hot earth as bedspread;
It was a long winding rough road,
And he was lying on the road side;
No traffic either way as far as I saw,
I felt a deep stir for his sad plight,
Crossed over there to eke him out;
He was as old as a fallen dried twig,
Half-naked, just to cover vital parts,
Eyes shut, I didn't make dead or not;
A drip of water I thought he needed most
In the sweltering heat that wrapped there;
I looked around there, and saw no help.

A thing in need makes a precious wealth,
That not in hand corrodes underneath;
Needs and resources balance life force,
Life or death are in stake in their dance.

Not a soul around to seek some help,
I ran around, helpless, and wretched,
Came back to my friend in deep distress,
No help in grasp to help the poor soul;
I turned him up to see who he was,
A helpless figure like a threshed dry weed!
I took my shirt, covered the naked figure
To give him cover from the fierce day light,
And moved on my course in silent distress.

Life on the course of an unknown goal,
Oft encounters pressing needs of others;
A bit from our part from our own bowl
Protects our passage in warm feathers.