As world moved..

Through dusty roads
and narrowed
stinky lanes of 
a historical city
she took me 
to an old building
not letting me know
what went her inside
She left me outside
while I waited
for it seemed
the longest periods
of my ever waiting
for anyone in my life
Then I saw a rusty
old iron board hanging
outside making things
a bit clear,, 
an astrologer's place!
On the way back
she asked me to stop
at a place from where
she bought an idol
for worship, as I
stood listening to
mourning cries 
coming from inside,
for a mother whose
only son of two months
in need of treatment
died!
A mute spectator
failed to see God
anywhere,
those dusty dingy streets,
an astrologer's place,
woman who made 
an idol for worship
The world moved as 
ever 
unstoppable 
for anyone 
on those busy 
dusty roads
Unknowingly
as I stood,
saw my tears
flow!
What went inside,
who understood?