Never Call Your Soup Insipid

Standing by a kiosk
slurping on my soup
finding it insipid
I was about to throw
when my eyes gazed through
a pair of famished eyes
fragile and empty
like a pair of beggar's bowls
crystals in my eyes
turned my soup saline
spoonfuls of that syrup
lit up those vacant eyes
watching those rainbows
cleared my misty eyes
easing the storm
brewing inside

I paid up at the Kiosk
for a handsome gift
thanking the lad
for his generous Tip,
"never call your soup
insipid again"

I walked home
a millionaire!!

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Somewhere in the world, IND

Comments

I once had a similar experience

the man who heard me standing by

was the owner ,

he replaced it

and charged nothing

how grateful ,

no not for me,

his image saving

he bowed
so others could see

Dear Loved

thank you for sharing your experience...i just revamped this write...you may want to take a re-look when you happen this way...

much love..

Hello Raj

Woow! I love this one. The change in perspective - the boy was so grateful. I love the expression "his smile was enough to turn grains of salt in my eyes into sugar",

I paid the cashier
and thanked the lad
for his generous tip
"never call a soup insipid"
I walked home
a millionaire!

This is so human!

Thank you for sharing.

Love Mand xxxxxx

Never Call Your Soup Insipid

About This Poem

About the Author

Comments

I once had a similar experience

Dear Loved

Hello Raj

Dearest Mand..

Dearest Shirl...

YOU WERE ALWAYS A MILLION AIRE

Dearest Xena..

insipid

Dear Stan