Marveling at the bounties of others
I walk away from the delightful scene
Tears forming but not falling
Desiring a fortress upon which to lean.

The intellect kicks in
With its profound wisdom
I have been given so much
An unappreciated kingdom.

I have reached my car
I sit in the front seat
Pondering heavy, reminiscing
Of a time of joyous heartbeat.

With a heavy heart I sit
In the library to surge through my books
After diving for some time
I look up to see a scene of quaint looks.

I wave at a familiar face
I receive a hearty return
“Here is my prayer rug”
A usual gesture, I learn.

“Do you need food?”
“Are you hungry?”
And I begin to wonder
Why so generous? Why so friendly?

They insist on buying me
a cup of coffee.
I follow their request
And enjoy every toffee,
Every fruit of the conversation.
The warm, delicious fluid,
Filling my stomach as well as my heart.

The cup of coffee has left a dent on it
On how such a small act of kindness can beget
Such a moment of happiness that the receiver
Knows she will never forget.