he walked on the pavement,
tired, weak and hungry,
an school bag was on the road,
its tiny food packets scattered,
he moved to the road lips smacking,
when it was time for the defeaning
sound and blinding lights.
minutes later when one could,
see through the fumes,
he was not found in the area,
and the vehicles had fallen
and was lying scattered! .
Great work Anjali. Hope you are an artist too. The pictures you draw through the lines are apparent. Since you draw outline only, the power of the poem is immeasurably huge, especially the words you used at the boundaries of the images............... like, road lips, blinding lights, through the fumes, etc. I love it. Keep it up –Jaleel perinjanam
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The build up to the event is very nice. A 10.