I don't swim in money nor
Do I have a thirst of it.
I come where the sun is at noon,
Under the luminous city lights
Outshining the bright blue moon.
I stand beside the reflective panes
Of a plaza with McDs, lee,
Malls and cinema halls.
It feels as if everything has stopped around me.
At the moment I feel as one from
The valley of slums,
As a rich corporate man in a black tux comes.
Sporting a sunglass on a settled night
Sweating, tense and cocky as if raring for a fight.
Probably drowns in an abundance of cash but couldn't afford a smile it seems.
The next jiffy I am Mr Gates,
As arrives a begging woman with a horde of children behind,
With her man left or dead,
Scanning the throwaways for the tender mouths to grind.
A small offering of smoked peanuts was accepted by arms jut, smiles and laughs all around,
Fun unconquered by the man munching the meat between the bun.
So how much is a smile really worth?
~Ajay
May 2016
