There’s isn’t an inch
of space to stretch my legs; yet the alms are far and few between.
Maybe, I am already dead for the soulless crowd on this
throbbing street.
Maybe, I am just a ghost or shadow and not a man of flesh
and blood.
The winter chill will take me in and my corpse will go
unnoticed.
Of course, empty stares surround me everywhere;
But not a single stare conveys sympathy;
But I do often hear muted whispers;
Heaven and hell is here, they say
This man is simply rotting in hell.
So let him be.
Word count: 100
Photo Prompt Copyright: Rochelle-Weisoff Fields
that was very touching
ReplyDeleteIf you found it touching enough, my writing certainly has some scope for blooming.
DeleteDear Jini,
ReplyDeleteThat pretty much sums up how I feel about large crowds of people. Nicely done.
Welcome to Friday Fictioneers.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks Rochelle. You've come up with a great platform. Being part of it is an honor for me.
DeleteDown and out in Hollywood.
ReplyDeleteA great take on this prompt.
Thanks for stopping by yarnspinnerr
DeleteThis is an interesting piece. I can't tell if the man IS truly dead, wants to be dead, or is looking toward being dead. Your words are quite lovely.
ReplyDeleteHmm the man is still alive. I was trying to show the apathy of the crowd toward the man. Don't know whether i am successful at it?
DeleteBeautifully written Jini :). Everyday of our lives we rush through crowds at so many streets and roads that many a time we don't bother about those living on the streets in such crowds.
ReplyDeleteSuch cold-hearted carelessness toward suffering. Well described here.
ReplyDeleteSuch cold-hearted carelessness toward suffering and pain. Well shown here.
ReplyDeleteDear Jini, Good story and sad too. There seems to be no hope for him. Well written! Nan :)
ReplyDeleteLovely post ..:)
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