tragedy

a coach hurtling by.
I see a child,
mine?
I freeze.
I need to move
but it all
happens so fast.
Frozen.
Tomato sound
The coach is gone.
It,s all over.
My child........
He is in the car.
Relief...
Am I happy
At anothers
Grief?



Poetry by vidura rambachan
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Written on 2009-12-15 at 08:58

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