Untouched Love.

It was a monday morning,very busy day indeed, i could see the morning crowd thickening as i stood there waiting for my bus.One person brushed past me in such a hurry that the bag i was holding slid from my fingers and i cursed under my breath thinking why people are  always in a such maddening rush..rush to catch a bus;to get the bus ticket,to reach their stop ...always in a hurry...as i steadied myself my eyes fell on a man who was sliding past on a rough woodden plank with tiny rusted wheels balancing his crippled body both his hands invisible..with a lot of effort he moved and everytime he stopped to catch his breath he looked imploringly at the passengers to see if anyone will throw a few pices at him. People ignored him and some gave him a disdainful look his appearance holded no novelty to them so with indifference their feet paced ,a couple of them hesitated but their action didn't match their thoughts so they looked ahead and then in between my thoughts I saw a lady looking pertubed  reluctantly put her hand in the purse fetching something she silently put it in the lap of the cripple who nodded his head and moved a little more further ..i couldn't forget that sight , the chocolate that she put on his lap ..on the dirty rag that seem to ill fit him; it lay there wrapped in elegant hues looking so peculiar in his lap..i wondered how he would eat it; wondered if he was angry because the lady didn't give him money; what was the lady thinking i really had no clue .
later as i climbed the bus subconsciously the lines i had read somewhere came to my mind,if i could i would give you my love wrapped up in a paper.