Moments...

On the edge of a dusty road,
sat a man, ragged and old,
without a care, ahead he stared,
his wrinkled hands stretched out, open.

A gaunt child came rushing forward,
without even a shred of shame,
bowing low, he tried to drag my legs
frightened out of my wits, I ran away.

Later, a gnawing guilt in my mind resurfaced,
why? oh god why> from the ordeal, I fled,
in a street, which looked, just the same,
filled to the brim the humanity's stench, unchanged.

Enclosed  I within the buildings and crowds,
A suffocation I felt, accumulating,
with noise so chaotic and loud,
akin I was to their suffering, and that of humanity .;.