Not a poem. Just what I live everyday.

And here I was…

I see a small child with a little dog nibbling from the same thrown away food on a dirty street

And here I was… thinking which exotic restaurant to go and have a delicious meal.

I passed by an old cart puller tugging loads, his bare feet and body immune to pain and scorching heat

And here I was …driving in a car and thinking when will I buy a bigger car

I watched the factory workers working in extreme conditions day in, day out 

And here I was... Thinking when will I be back in the AC room and cool myself

I watched a group of poor people with just enough cloth to cover their privates

And here I was...thinking when I am going to buy a new set of clothes

I saw a so called hammock, made out of a torn, tattered saree to cradle a poor baby

And here I was …thinking it’s time for a holiday in an exotic location with a sexy hammock

I observed an old man lying on the pavement, wounded badly with blood gushing out and flies on it

And here I was…One scratch and I want to be treated in the best hospital by the best of doctors.

As it poured, I watched the old, nearly half bent,  poor lady covering herself with a plastic sheet

And here I was thinking when to buy a transparent designer umbrella

How much am I going to turn a blind eye I wonder

How much pain of others am I going to ignore

How much is it that I see and yet don’t want to see

How many times am I going to ignore the reality that I see everyday

And when will I wake up and do something.

What’s the point just feeling the pain and not doing anything?