Oh, those anticipating eyesYash Goel
That follow you as you pass the hostel gate
Wrapped they are in a gleam of hope
As they look in you their gift of fate.
Oh, those anticipating eyes
That make the lethargic puller agile
He gestures you to get seated behind him
Expecting you to travel with him a mile.
Don't look at those anticipating eyes
They fill you with mercy & make you weak
And sometimes with a more pathetic visage
Your heart ascends to pity's peak.
Or look at those anticipating eyes
And let your humanistic conscience rise
Accept his gesture, help him feed his juvenile
And then encounter his beautiful, contentful smile.