Feed

Hands up, outstretched
Hands curved in need
As two tears poured
I felt a heart speak
Those too tired
Too jaded
Smiled
Like blossoming flowers
In the noon day heat
Leaving the drudge
For an instant
For an act of love

What warm breeze
Would lift one high
Than a sigh
Of satisfaction

But not everyone
Can be fed
As the drunk lay
Oblivious
To the aroma
Of hot wadas