Lamppost Light and Two Faces

A dark evening

It was very annoying to be in a traffic jam.

A knock at the door of my car.

I was suppose to scold, I was late.

I love my daughter

That was her birthday

I could see a skinny boy, a bagger.

I couldn't hear his sound.

His face was shining in lamppost light.

Someone pulled him back. I have seen her too. An anger in her face.

I returned to home. And...........

The face of the little boy and the woman. I can not forget these faces.

From that evening my days and nights become devil's realm.

I searched her every day and night.
Every slam and dustbins.

I sleep beside the road and no one know me.

I left my Mercedes and this castle. No people call me sir.

I need not fine clothes and shoes because I no more bother about the word SIR.