the reason

the mere reason
i would strive for
and
damn the consequences
would be the thirst
the thirst for a drop of water
the hunger for a slice of bread.

What if
the cold fallen streets don't give the warmth
what if
the passersby give me "why on earth are they born" look
the reason comes alive
to wrap me in a blanket warmth
to pity for the human
yet to become humane
to empathize me
for the cacophony of those swear, hatred words.

15th march, 2006