Reaching my village station
Early morning
Waiting for the darkness
Shifting to light
As it was raining with
Heavy storm
Had a thought of having
A sip of hot coffee
Lean and stingy was she
Sitting in a corner
With a shiver of cold
And poverty
Not cared by anyone
But was shooing her
Like a ***** fly
Took a blanket from
My luggage
Covering her shiver
And pain of poverty
In front of the tea shop
Not a penny with her
Adding one more in
My plan of sipping coffee
Lessening her inner
Shiver of stability !