a long chase.....

got a coin .....although it was mine..

someone pulled my shirt ..

with a hand having no 'lines' ...

just carrying 'coins'

to count for his fate

his palm was near my hazed eyes

i couldn't speak as

i had a mouth filled with smoke

one of my hand carrying its cause..

and my second hand was all going to be the

countless shine which i can prefigure on

the little kid's face....

all i encountered the change in the state of my 'mind'...

but it wasn't the time to step 'behind'...

just to save a penny for my next 'cigarette'.

although i was standing nowhere to decide his 'fate'...

but i could have been the reason

of a shining 'face' ....

who had a long 'chase'..

and at last i had a deep 'relief'...

because at least i wasn't the reason for his 'grief'.....