Path of Truth

In the changing world today,
People face difficulties being honest say,
They've stopped believing that walking on the path of truth,
Is a path very smooth.
Being honest has nothing to do
Living in this world they feel is true.

But, the above lines of mine got changed,
When the purse of my mom was accidentally dropped,
With cash, card and bank details in it,
From the scooty on the road where much traffic exist.

A painter on the road of our town,
Saw the purse falling down.
He took it, but it was not even once,
That he thought to steal the purse.

Running behind the scooty,
Giving my mom her purse back,
Expecting nothing in return,
This type of person can never be fake.

A man as a painter -not so wealthy-,
But, a very beautiful soul he had,
Along with colours on his clothes,
A heart filled with colours he had.

One of those colours represents his honesty,
It's once again proven in the history,
That
"Still exists Humanity..!!"
"Still alive is Humanity..!!"