I died on that very day

When I turned eyes and went away

I cared for no one and just walked

Where as on seminars I had lot more talked

He was lying on the road

May be he was pulling lots of load

It was hand pulled cart

It was his routine and part

It was blazing sun on top

The heat waves were non top

Yet he had raced against time

I presumed he wanted to reach early sometimes

Luck would not have played favorably

He failed to pull more and failed miserably

The road became his last bed

There was not even little shed

I wanted to cry but could not

As I had ceaselessly carried on and fought

But ultimately nothing desired was brought

All attempts had failed and nothing could be sought

I waited for a minute and gave little glimpse

Cursed his fate but prayed sacred verse

Why almighty not gave enough courage to reach an end? 

Where else one can wait for to have an honest friend?

When I looked back and thought of same fate?

The mercy totally failed me or came very late

How many may be facing death unceremoniously?

Where life was uncertain and still moved on continuously

I failed to show little courtesy and moved on

The battle was to be waged and shown

I could help nothing even if wanted

As I myself was short of but could have waited

Did I prove coward for turning back?

Certainly yes as it was humanity at stake

How many of us may have preferred as I did

What else we could provide or offered lead?

Leave no one unattended even if you nothing

Some solace to self and to him for something

Some message of great human like quality

Taken along journey despite clear inability