Escape

She’s on crutches,
but can walk.
He shivers badly,
but can talk.
She’s carrying a sick baby,
who’s probably just sleepy.

That knock makes me uneasy,
and I pretend to look busy.
Her tiny fingers running on the glass,
with so many questions in those shining eyes.
Could hear her sighs,
but chose to ignore believing those are lies.

As signal turned green; there was a loud scream,
I turned back to see on road a bruised and crushed dream.
Like many others I choose to drive away,
trying to make up with just a little pray!

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4 Responses to Escape

  1. Rajeev Moothedath says:

    Simple straight lines depicting real life-the way I like it,
    All the best!

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  2. Sigh, the helplessness and the guilt with which we live. How difficult it is to understand this maya nagri! Keep writing. I travel on Delhi roads with your expressions.

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  3. pankajrawat says:

    Title courtesy ‘Ritu Grover’..

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