Tuesday, March 30, 2010

The Traffic of Life and the Beggar Girl

she was first a little baby
hanging on a beggar childs waist
she became a toddler much in haste
now as she steadily grows
her vulnerability
in an egg shell encased
like her mother her elder sister
15 years already
with child
she has the bitter
sweet kernel
of life to taste
an aborted childhood
like a moving vehicle
on lifes running traffic
at some other signal
misplaced .

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