Children's Crossing in Mumbai
Standing on the road side.
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.
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