Running towards the halted train

holding an aluminum kettle and rattling cups,

“Tea sir?, only five rupees..”

she smiled with her questioning eyes.

On a cold December morning. 

She stood unsteady

jumping to beat the cold earth

beneath her bare feet.

Beating the cold in a torn oversized grey sweater

as the grey covered the sky

she stood waiting to be paid

flashing her beautiful smile.

Fluttering to the next traveler  

on the packed train

with the same question and same smile.

She counted her riches standing in a corner 

a young girl addicted to life..

By Preeti. S Manaktala

From: India

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