Something died inside me last night
When I saw human forms spread on the roadAwaiting someone to rescue them
I hoped someone will save them
Hoping and praying, I passed byI didn't stop, just let them be
But something breathed its last
Apparently it was the poet inside me
Who till sometime back was trying to take birth
The poet doesn't breathe her last, because this is a good poem.
ReplyDeleteI remembered some poem about driving along a mountain road in the night and the headlights picking up a deer run over by a passing truck and the driver of this car stopping to find the baby in the animal's belly still alive, but he, after a moment of indecision, pushing the dead animal with the live baby in its belly over the ledge so that the road is cleared and made safe for other motorists of the night.
I think it important that you paused a moment on the way and is aware.
:) thank you so much for appreciating me... you encourage me all the time...
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