At A Busy Junction Poem by indira babbellapati
At A Busy Junction
the antics were meant to
draw the attention of busy
office-goers though involved risk
what with number of vehicles
stranded at the signals
the lean body, some seven years
in all dressed in dirty tatters
had an iron ring taking rounds
on the cheerful bones
he somersaulted in the narrow space
between two two-wheelers in
impatient urgency beside a car
the narrow space wasn't a
bother for the little boy
carefully watched over
by a pair of eyes from far
just when there's green
he bagan to run amuck
his hands stretched out
for alms...
05nov2009
21.06hrs
You made me feel as if I am watching this scene telecasted live on my monitor! Superb.
A poet's eyes never miss a moment even at the busiest junction of time.
Indera I love your poetry it instantly takes me back to the land where my heart was born. Thank you-----10
thank you for the glimpse of your country, to bring it to life in my home far away
prof! ! ! a superb snapshot.... and a keen eye like the two eyes watching over the theatrics abd antics of the little one... observant...heart felt anguish....well portrayed.. a peculiar phnomenon in our part of the world... gret, , ...ten and cheers
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5/1/2024 6:58:48 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Captures a moment very well