Empty Handed In India

In a crowded marketplace we walk, holding hands, seeing
all the wares on display, a hawker's market where you
can find almost anything you could want in a simple life.

Scanning everything, jewelry sparkling in my eyes, taunt-
ing me to stop and touch it, wanting me to buy it's brill-
iance right now.

Moving on, enjoying this intense atmosphere where people
here in India have their lives on the line, hoping to sell
to passers-by.

Taking rupees of buyers to purchase a chance at life for
their families here in India, heart going out to them,
wishing I had the money to buy everything they had.

Having nothing myself, sadly walking on past all these
wonderful treasures of India, being empty handed and not
able to purchase anything.

by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

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