Monday, July 25, 2005

Panic Child

Black Tar

Road winding down

Sand river shining in the hot sun

Diesel monsters rushing by

tear vapours..

dream images, haunting, parents death

it wont be if i cross the lamp post

in 50 paces..

one , two, three

no..its foolishness

would you say 60 paces..

creeky school gate..

blue and white

another day, dizzy memories..

oh mommy, dont ever say it..

hope orphaned, clutching the bag

coming with me like

the shadow of the banyan tree..

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