Five Sentence Fiction - Rain

He folded all the clothes that were to be ironed in the old sari and waited patiently at the verandah for the madam to appear.

He prayed with all his might for a yes to his question because this was the last house where he could ask and if she too denied he would have nowhere to go.

‘I am sorry Shankar, I don’t think it would be possible for us’ said the madam and his last hopes sank, moistening his eyes.

‘But Madam, it is not such a big ..’ and before he could finish the sentence, the door had already closed.

He looked dejected at the sky covered with clouds, ready to burst anytime, remembering the urgent repair required in the leaky rooftop of the small room that accommodated his family of seven members.

Written for Five Sentence Fiction for the prompt - RAIN

I wish more I could do

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My baby was my sunshine

Like every parent I ensured all the time she was fine

Her every little need

I fulfilled, I guaranteed  

She loved playing with me in the park

Every evening, with her I embarked

Dressing her in cute little pink frock

I made her wear warm blue socks

Just as she was running around with small happy feet

I took on the park bench my regular seat

I watched my doll play under the tree

That’s when I caught her looking at me                                     

Dressed in tattered rags

Her small shoulders seemed bogged down with snags

Cheeks smeared with tears

Her eyes brimming with fears

Something inside me moved

I wished her pains I could soothe

I asked her what was she doing in here

She held out her hand and rolled down a tear

In her tiny voice she spoke

She had to beg coz her parents were broke

Same old story I thought

God knows many innocent childhoods, this poverty would have cost  

I handed her some food packets

Even my child’s small little jacket

I wish, for her, more I could do

But I knew poverty in this country would never bid adieu

Feeling small with my meek gesture

Holding my baby, towards home I venture

One last look near the gate when I reach

She was still looking at me

Tears pushing the corner of my eyes

Hugging my child, hard I cry

I wish, for thousands like her, something more I could do

I just wish poverty in my country soon bids adieu !!

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