A man sitting at roadside eatery,
Sad or tired I can’t say clearly,
An indifferent weather-beaten face,
Feeding out of a thin paper plate,
Its content apparently irrelevant,
Random thoughts crossed my mind,
I don’t know anything of his battles,
For each there are different shackles,
Is he living a life of hardships?
Will mine be a luxury compared to his?
A few minutes passed over pondering,
My lunch break I was squandering,
So I decided to assuage my appetite,
Joining this man at shady joint,
But much time was spent and duty called,
I
had to leave without any meal at all.
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