Near a
construction site
I saw
her walking
with
the baby in her lap;
Trails
of poverty were visible
across
the walls of her body.
Gently, I crossed her path...
-the bright red flowers on her sari
and
the colourful glass bangles,
perfectly matched her happy child.
I was
haunted by the contradictions.
A soft rustle of leaf on leaf stirred.
Rains
came barging into the ground.
Rumbles
of the thunder
shattered the solace of the place.
Boom,
Clap, Crash…
Boom, Clap, Crash...
And… she dodged it.
I was happy.
With slow
tread, she started
walking again
*****
Ah,
yes;
Life
rests on
--a
peace-march after a riot
That’s
the code of movement.
Wow! The three images work so well together--I see the woman as the peace walk and the riot.
ReplyDeleteYou have described the scene beautifully! I can see the mother and her baby in your words.
ReplyDeleteYour words brought the scene to life. A treasured moment to remember.
ReplyDeleteA very moving haibun and the haiku is a great analogy!
ReplyDeleteI love her slow and determined steps towards her destination just like the peace march. This one's a beauty Panchali di.
ReplyDeleteSo lovely...and in the movement is the poetry!!
ReplyDeleteYou really capture the movement in this piece
ReplyDeleteThanks Friends! I hope to be writing more in the coming days. I look forward to your comments and support as always!:)
ReplyDeleteThank for your good writing!!!
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