FLASH

                                  The nights were stormy

                                                    City was calm

                                  People in subways

                                   With shivering palms

                                  

                                  Their garbs were rags

                                   And fear in eyes

                                  With every flash thunder

                                   You hear their cries

                                   In day they slog  

                                  In sleep they sob

                                  Misery their fate 

                                  Oh! no words to state

                                 A sedan just stopped

                                  Near filthy side walk

                                 Its rear seats were stuffed

                                  With blankets in stock

                                 A man in white

                                 With pearl line beard 

                                  Went out of car

                                 To subway smeared

                                The rugs were given 

                                To every poor soul 

                                No fuss, no vanity

                                No one to howl

                              The car vanished

                               In traffic unclear

                             But, I felt the warmth

                              of God being near

                                                   Jaykalp