The REWARD

Not an artist
Yet decorated he
His shop with simple things. 

Not a scientist 
Yet paved he
Ways into people's hearts. 

A simple florist was he
Outside the cemetery,
For  thirty lonely springs.
Heat, rain or freezing air
Nothing stopped him
From dawn to dusk. 
Opened he his shop, 
Stocked with candles, incense, flowers 
And wreaths made 
With diligence and prayer.

Alas! 
To his death 
Came no relative 
Came no heir.

All through his life
Amidst pleasure and strife 
No rituals performed he
Termed an atheist 
But, a rare humanist was he, 
His work 
Was his passion and worship 
Now enjoyed he
Up above, 
God's love and everlasting friendship 

Reena Charles
Ek Ehsaas Foundation ( EEF) Delhi