GUILT on a Ramadan afternoon

By my side, my son – cold and hungry

From an hour’s wait at the airport lounge.

His searching eyes unerringly find

The coffee place hidden from public view.

In front of me in lit-up shelves

Cheesecakes, fruit tarts,croissants and more.

The smiling waitress with her generous offer

Of “Latte, flat white or cappuccino, Ma’am?”

At the back of my mind, a news item

A friend had shared on Facebook wall.

Of displaced people with vacant eyes,

Of births and deaths on unpaved roads…

And yet…the cheesecake and cappuccino won the day.

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