Beggar In Sandals
When next I visit the temple
My eyes will look for a girl among the ample
With a bowl in hand for begging
But in sandals and legging
Sandals I zeroed in on
But from my possession gone
After trying a couple of them
I chose the ones with expensive gem
I chose a pair so exquisite
Expensive though but picked for formal visit
But I told myself
Why not pamper yourself
For some while I backed
Ultimately I got them packed
Back in the car
We headed home from bazaar
Musing I'll wear to a next get together
A time to flaunt them when friends gather
On our way back my son
Heaved a sigh of relief that the job was done
He stopped in front of a temple
Of virtues he's an example
He went in and I closed my eyes to pray
Excited that I'll wear them the next day
The moment I opened them, it did dawn
I found my sandals gone
My son gave them to a beggar dame
He said she was lame
I looked but couldn't see such
it was night , back in car I told him they cost so much
He reminded me it was a Saturday
It was not an auspicious day
To pick leather
I said their weight was of a feather
I was thunderstruck
I cried and thought of spent buck
And thought did I pick this pair
For that girl who wouldn't care
My loss ended in her gain
For this gesture of my son
The energy spent was of no fun
I learnt a lesson in a hard way
I'll pick a similar pair the next day.
Next if I pick something
As of now my search will be on
for that girl who came upon
Just once I'll like to see her
Of course I'll pick a pair similar.
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