No name
In the morning,
I awake
With high expectations
Of what the day would bring.
A race against time is at stake
A transit to my place of labor
I would undertake.
Along my path to the bus stop
I walked alone
It wasn’t reality at all:
My shadow and the sun
Took to opposite sides…
On the spot where I would wave the bus
I pitched my frame;
A moving vehicle came to a halt.
I disappeared from the morning heat_
Squeezed in through the horde of commuters_
To slip into my seat
Nothing seemed to be moving
Though I had a fair share
Of the morning’s fresh air
The surroundings sped past…
Snapped away from my stagnant spell,
When I realized the vehicle was moving fast
None compelled my senses respond:
The moving train of buildings;
Clouds on cue
In a scene blue hue
Along the side path; pedestrians
Otherwise, heads thrust out through windows
For exchange of relevant gestures:
A smile or frown;
Antics of a lovely town
Towards the bridge
I came across an exception…
The impression I caught glued on to my memory;
A surge in of details that gave reason to worry
Though we differed in distance,
At the moment,
It seemed the sight between each of us
Would lie at resonance
A boy meters away…
Unlike the others,
Carrying a bowl with sachet of water-
He had no word said;
Just stood there,
Nursing the wounds that seemed obvious
None dared care;
His face at loss of original character:
The expression of a sincere smile-
…Unwinding back
Erect as if unmoved,
But Lost in a world filled with neglect;
A world he didn’t choose:
From the bare of foot to the broken bowl in use
Nothing to take to
Save the torn off shirt
With bleached trousers covering under.
Nothing acknowledged of this child;
Perhaps his birthday…
The details on him, vivid by contrast_
Across the scene the bus sped past_
My eyes panned away;
Then I paused for wonder:
How the future of a boy
Is clouded up, not being seen at all
Courtesy; the cruelty of a human being:
In robbing off his pride and joy…
I emerged off the vehicle;
My tear drops bulged spherical
As the passing time stood still,
The brief encounter towered my emotions to the fill.
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