one friday afternoon, bahadurabad chowrangi

 one friday afternoon, bahadurabad chowrangi

a four-year-old child 

curled under the shade

asleep by the shutters of a shop

a topi wearing shopkeeper

fiddling with the keys

kicked the sleeping child away

and told him to get lost 

in impolite language

the child still dazed

rubbed his eyes 

and looked around

finding his mother

begging in the sunlight 

at the passing cars 

he ran to her 

and hugged her

my mind wandered off

to our son, the same age

and wondered 

about cosmic justice