by Smeetha Bhoumik | |
Published on: Aug 13, 2005 | |
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Type: Poetry | |
https://www.tigweb.org/express/panorama/article.html?ContentID=6036 | |
There was a song on her lips a child in her arms as palms outstretched, she danced along the scalding city streets - where she belonged. Here a right jig, there a light prance, In with the lights and out with her alms; she made a great show of sheer bravado, where none could have been ! (not for the urban-elite being ). Did reverses rope her in wings ? despair douse her flaming fears ? I wondered some accelerating, / 2 Page 2 as the little debonair receded into a tiny dot in my blurred rear-view mind. In the next change I decided to CR&Y Signing the cheque with my first try at being less a privileged on-looker by opting out of just one Chinese dinner! « return. |