Hopscotch

I had in mind a children’s poem but the Delhi blasts have shaken.

 

I play hopscotch,

 

Most of the time

I balance it out.

 

I just about miss the limb gravy,

The cochlea awash

With the sound of the void

Of ideology and money of course.

 

Sometimes though

I run in to take my coat

And fall into my shadow,

 

How soon the glide,

How fast the disappearance!

 

The coat had died before me.

 

© neelthemuse,2011

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