An Incomplete Story

I was on my journey

half the way,

the tam poo was running on 

on its own pace and motion

Suddenly she jumped on it

without thinking of being hurt with it,

I, so cruel,

judged her ordeal

thought how carelessly she jumped

what would happen if we had bumped?

Just to get the seat?

I thought,

she would have waited little bit.

Thank God I was safe

I had a pride on my face.

The tam poo resumed on the motion

Now I had to get on

I turned towards the front

to ask the driver to hold on

Then, suddenly my eyes met on her again

this time I could see her pain

silver drops were rolling from her eyes,

which she was constantly trying to hide

As she noticed I was looking at her

she wiped her precious drops with her not so good wipers

I, then realized how foolish I was

to judge her, without knowing the cause

she had been in trouble

and, to know I even didn't take an interval,

to look into her eyes,

to analyze

the agony she wore it on

There I had to drop on

I was already on my destination

I reached safe

but this time I had a shame on my face