Treasure Island

Hardik Vaidya

(26 Dec 1969, yet to kick the bucket. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)

Children's Crossing in Mumbai


Standing on the road side.
Holding hands.
A chain of hands.
She was the eldest.
Perhaps 7 yearly old.
The rest three dominoes where 5,3 and 4.
All in school uniforms.
All with water bottles.
School bags larger then what their brains could cobble.
Minds perhaps on the tiffin box.
The yummy paratha's mom had stuffed in those.
Waiting for the cars to stop.
The drivers raced on like colts.
No one had the time to hault.
The sandwiches were getting cold.
The dominoes were about to fall.
The eldest one took the call.
She raised her hand and took the fall.
The drivers stopped.
The little train chugged on
The toy train crossed.
I was back from Disney land to the land of rotten lots.

Submitted: Monday, February 11, 2013
Listen to this poem:

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Children's Crossing in Mumbai by Hardik Vaidya )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. Frankenstein, Victor Cruickshank
  2. Potry, John deVries
  3. COPLA 84 INVOCATION: This Bad Guy World, T (no first name) Wignesan
  4. Left Behind, D.L. Aceves
  5. Mother Nature, Victor Cruickshank
  6. Mature Love, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
  7. Homophones, Victor Cruickshank
  8. Time, Victor Cruickshank
  9. More Of The Different, John deVries
  10. Speak about love, hasmukh amathalal

Poem of the Day

poet Henry David Thoreau

My books I'd fain cast off, I cannot read,
'Twixt every page my thoughts go stray at large
Down in the meadow, where is richer feed,
And will not mind to hit their proper targe.
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]