on a sunny December day in Delhi

I saw her suddenly on the abandoned Railway Tracks,
lifting a bag
Heavy it looked, but she managed to lift,
There was no home in sight, but she kept on walking
Fearlessly, towards a destination, i knew not
She stopped, but she was committed to move along with her luggage
There were times when she felt alone, frustrated
And sad

But she gracefully carried herself and her luggage
And moved ahead like an ancient traveler in a desert
Without caring about abandoned-tracks which looked like hungry animals
She did stop, but only to re-adjust her luggage
But what this luggage contains ? perhaps,
Thrown away stuff from Butcher's shop which her mother cleans
To cook and eat together with other family members.
They are homeless people

And they don't care, what a stranger thinks about them, They are perhaps as indifferent to the rest of reality as we are But they do pause, and wonder if they look similar
To those who look similar to them
Oh, this terrible weight; who on Earth gave them to lift all this ? They had to balance, food, shelter, family and all the forms of life,
But it is like stones in the bag,
Ah Delhi Metro, ( happiness and progress to all ), and they do
Lift themselves on their toes to see how it looks.
But where do they stand, even on these newly laid tracks, ironically abandoned
But only to cross that too, with their luggage,vital to life
But is there any sight of a home? or help even ?
Is it all about their own reality, just their own ?

Is it a mirage that something is approaching, can it be friendly ?
Yes, it can be, doesn't matter who,
Conventionally, it is someone from their own family, or community, that causes
A change, To someone who is after all a living child
Who dreams to jump, dance and play with dignityBut can it change radically ?