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A kind soul: A poem by Dr. Molly Joseph


In the midst of roaring traffic
a hand stretches out 
to help the old man 
cross the road..

in the crowded train
one stands up to spare his seat 
for the woman carrying her child..

while he rushes fast the busy biker turns around,  comes back 
to close the tap oozing water…

the young academic  immersed in work
finds time for the village in floods…

in sweltering heat, the woman  nurses the sapling 
planted where the mother tree has been cut..

Drip drops of kindness
drench our average arid lives..