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The kind soul: A poem by Abhishek Goswami

The little boy wandered around hungry on the roads, with no home and relatives around.

Desperately looking for some food to satiate his hunger,
Tolerating the angry stares and looks from the people around.
Suddenly he sees a weary fruit seller on the road,
And goes up to him with an earnest look in his eye.
The kind fruit seller gives him a juicy apple to eat and the little boy feels so ecstatic.
Every day, the boy now comes to the fruit-seller,
And receives a different fruit to eat.
Finally, his relatives from another city come and take him away.
Years pass by, and this boy grows up to be a bright engineer.
And one day he comes to this city for a meeting.
And he drives past this same road and corner where the fruit seller was,
And sees the same kind soul, still standing and selling fruits.
Old and weary, almost blind.
Slowly, the young engineer goes up to him and asks for a lot of fruits,
And pays double of what he buys.
Even though the old man had not recognized him,
He understood the fruits of his kind actions reaping now.
Kindly accepting the money and thanking the engineer,
They both part ways, never to meet again.