A child rides his three-wheeler.
A big truck follows,
Wraps the child
And his three-wheeler
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Being helpless is the worst Thing in life Impressive thoughts that shake the heart.
In the first stanzas, I was wondering how you could read my thoughts so intimately and clearly! This is exactly how I feel when I hear the news of a child or a youngster meeting with some such accidents or casualties! As we grow in age, we lose the confidence and the presence of mind and our feelings grow more brittle like our bones! For days together, the death of my son's class mate left me in irrepressible gloom! Great write Savita!
Your poem details the crisis of modern urban living with so many sources of danger from accidents to ransom violence to malign individuals or downright crazy people. When you are busy protecting your own children you're also too busy to think such thoughts, but NOW such thoughts intrude upon your peace of mind. I remember a poet once referred to COMPASSION FATIGUE as a very real problem faced by people of good will. Even our virtues have ways to sting us in this fallen world.
The world is languishing in selfishness. Greed for materialistic comforts induce them to commit crimes too if required.The concept well penned. Thanks for sharing
How long can we ignore the distrust That nobody is protecting here any body......, , ., Nicely envisioned. Impressive and intensive expression. Thanks for sharing. ....10