A
gaggle of well attired people waiting by the roadside patiently.
Not
so young, their clothing and expression
weighty.
Staring
at the asphalt or vehicles, afraid of any human connection
As
they wait for a safe passage to the other side and their destinations.
And then she
comes by, walking alone to a beat of her
own; hesitantly.
Clothed
in layers of fabric gossamer, splash of color; treading lightly
Glances
slid her way and away, clearly a misfit shouted the backs.
Missed
education, lack of application, life out of whack.
You’d see, if you
cared enough to let your gaze linger
Deep
crevasses of misery, dreams torn asunder
A
faltering of pace nearing the dark, silent group, recognising rejection.
A
quick glance to the side and striding
across lanes, quick leap on to the median.
Confident,
darting ahead finding gaps amidst vehicles; a flash like a rainbow on the other
side.
A
lightning bolt, leaving a searing hole of emptiness, a gaping lack of courage
inside those waiting for an opportune break in the tide.
by Neha Gandhi
Words In Motion 2014
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