I met an old poor beggar
In the dusty street
We shared a cup of tea
And talk about life.
‘I am the hope.’ He said.
I raise my eyebrow in confusion
How can a beggar be the hope
When he can’t afford a meal a day?
Then he continues
‘I am the grace
I am the love
I am the truth
I am the way
I am the life.’
I literally throw out the tea
From my mouth.
I started to laugh.
‘I am Who I am.’
And he disappeared.
I went home with
The vibration of the sound,
And He is the one
I just laughed at.

Published by Wedekhro Naro

Author: TRUE LOVE KEEPS MOVING. Get your copies from www.ilandlo.com (online), The King Chilli Restaurant Dimapur, Crossword Kohima, Penthrill Publication House Kohima.

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