On the edge.......

Torrential rain patting on my shoulders;

Like needles do they feel,but who can complain,

I am trapped in a small house;

With the barest possible requirement;

they lead their life;

But who sees them;

I wait patiently on the edge.......

For a saviour;

At these moments of life ;

We desperately seek a saviour,

A gladiator, who can stop this attack;

And prevent me from getting unwell.

At some distant place, i can see;

A girl.

Carrying a colourless umbrella;

It seemed to me as if the rain gods;

have sent for me a life line;

from this tryrant attack;

I shouted at the little girl;

For HELP!!

But to my surprise,

She started scrampering away from the me,

I, standing in the middle of nowhere;

Was getting really annoyed;

And such a rude behavior on top of it;

Is really maddening;

After half a dozen hours;

i returned home;

Tired and heartbroken not because of my fate;

because of that small girl;

On my way back when i inquired about her;

i heard a depressing story;

A shelter was the only need i wanted.

The girl needed the umbrella desperately;

becaause she was Homeless;

It was her only heaven;

She was an orphan;

It was then i realized that it was not me;

But the girl, who was living-

On the edge............................