It was one rainy day Passengers occupied the bus greedily Some were lucky to take a seat While some stood on their feet. On that bus of congested crowd Sat in the corner a man with head bowed He seemed decently comfortable Unlike us fighting the struggle. Beside him was a woman, standing The lone she on the bars, holding Irritation was written on her face Wished the man would give her the space. Mean words were heard from her tongue Generally saying nowadays men were ungentleman Hearing her sentiments, the crowd agreed Sent the man glares with harsh speed. But the man just bowed lower than before Plucked in his earphones, shutted the roar The crowd went wild with the act Blurted blasphemies meant to cut the brat. The bus halted at the next stop Many passengers carefully stepped out The man also moved in his seat But the next gesture made our hearts skip a beat. Under his seat he grabbed two crutches Placed them side by side with firm clutches He stood, walked slowly, then shyly showed his ID Shame was written on our faces as we read PWD. As he descended, silence was heard Probably identical thoughts within our heads "This feels horrible, I wanna run I am too quick to judge the man."