Savita Tyagi

A Dream Experience And Its Impressions Ii - Poem by Savita Tyagi

A child riding his three wheeler
A big truck follows
Wraps the child
And his three wheeler
In the front left wheel of truck
From the back of car window
I watch helpless...not knowing
If the child survived or not
Last thing I remember is his
Smiling face
Getting the thrill ride
On his three wheeler
Dream breaks—-
The fear, the anxiety
The sadness persists.

Being helpless is the worst
Thing in life
Back in past my little kids
Have taken many a thrill rides
On their three wheeler
And I ran with them
Or after them in the middle of street
To make sure the oncoming
Traffic saw us
Fear never kept us away from
Enjoying little things
And I never felt helpless
Though it was all God's grace
That had let us live our life
Safe and secure.

Now I sense an aura of fear
All around dealing with news
Of young children, even grownups
Being shot by others
At the slightest of provocation
Some time even without provocation
Be it by the hands of police, gang members
Mentally sick or avengers
What troubles me most is the thought
That the shooters too have lost
Their sense of security
They have weapon, yet fear of having
The other person a weapon makes
Them shoot an unarmed person.

In fear of death one must put
His own survival first-
There is no denial of the fact
But can any body perform
The duty of protecting others
With so much fear for their own life
And how can a citizen live his life
Not knowing which of his action
Would result in altercation with authority
Or other community members
How can one live with so much fear?
How long can we ignore the demand
That give a gun in each hand
Or take the guns away from all
How long can we ignore the distrust
That nobody is protecting here any body
But their own selves
That jungle law still prevails in civil society
How long can we run away from our selves
When we have every thing to fear
And nothing to assure us.

Topic(s) of this poem: dreams

Comments about A Dream Experience And Its Impressions Ii by Savita Tyagi

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (9/2/2015 12:05:00 PM)

    How long can we ignore the distrust
    That nobody is protecting here any body......, , ., Nicely envisioned. Impressive and intensive expression. Thanks for sharing. ....10
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  • Akhtar Jawad (9/2/2015 1:36:00 AM)

    Being helpless is the worst
    Thing in life
    Impressive thoughts that shake the heart.
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  • Valsa George (9/2/2015 12:40:00 AM)

    In the first stanzas, I was wondering how you could read my thoughts so intimately and clearly! This is exactly how I feel when I hear the news of a child or a youngster meeting with some such accidents or casualties! As we grow in age, we lose the confidence and the presence of mind and our feelings grow more brittle like our bones! For days together, the death of my son's class mate left me in irrepressible gloom! Great write Savita! (Report) Reply

  • Daniel Brick (8/28/2015 6:16:00 AM)

    Your poem details the crisis of modern urban living with so many sources of danger from accidents to ransom violence to malign individuals or downright crazy people. When you are busy protecting your own children you're also too busy to think such thoughts, but NOW such thoughts intrude upon your peace of mind. I remember a poet once referred to COMPASSION FATIGUE as a very real problem faced by people of good will. Even our virtues have ways to sting us in this fallen world. (Report) Reply

  • Jaishree Nair (8/28/2015 4:08:00 AM)

    The world is languishing in selfishness. Greed for materialistic comforts induce them to commit crimes too if required.The concept well penned. Thanks for sharing (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 27, 2015

Poem Edited: Friday, August 28, 2015

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