Destiny

She was a maid by the time she was ten,

And lived in a hut with thatched roof,

She saw her mother raped and her father beaten,

And she never, ever, went to a school.

He was born with a silver spoon,

His dad was a business tycoon,

He now runs his dad's company,

And has a handful of degrees back home.

They crossed each other on the streets,

Him striding confidently towards his Lamborghini,

Her, hurrying towards her sahib's house.

And they bump into each other.

No, their eyes don't meet, filled with wonder,

Time doesn't slow down, the moon doesn't get any bigger,

A gentle breeze did not warm their hearts,

No, this is not a poem about love.

He brushes her off with an irritated indifference,

She apologises  and scurries past.

He goes ahead to greet a world full of luxuries,

While she works hard to earn a square meal.

All because of where they were born,

This, my friend, is "destiny".