sympathy

This morning when I woke up, I saw something and a poem ran across my mind.

I lay in sorrow deep distress

My grief a proud man heard

His looks were cold , he gave me gold

but not a pleasant word.

My sorrow passed and I paid him back

The gold he gave to me

Then stood erect and spoke my thanks

and blessed his charity.

I lay in sorrow deep distress

My grief a poor man heard

He wound my head , he gave me bread,

he watched me night and day.

My sorrow passed

But how shall I pay him back,

what he has done for me..

Oh! Gold is great
but greater far in heavenly sympathy!

You must be wondering why this poem ? Or infact why any poem ? Ok, I will tell you.

Last night while playing basketball, I got a cramp on my right leg, and was unable to walk. My leg got swollen up, but somehow I managed to come back to my hostel.

I was sitting in my room and without even asking for anything Uday brought me some iodex, and Ashok and Dhruv some painkillers.

And this morning or should I say afternoon (it was 12:30 P.M.) when I woke up, I saw Uday carrying some food in his hand. It was the special* lunch (served in our mess).Yes it was for me. He said, “Oye, khaa le “ .And it was this time when the poem ran through my mind....

*its basant panchami so a special lunch in our mess.