It was difficult to decide
To feel happy for the little girl
Or let my joy die.
In the world of mortals
Where fate and will collide,
A lot of unwanted things
Happen in broad day light.
I am perplexed,
to call it
"Detachment"
or
"indifference"
Because I find myself Helpless
a lot of times.
In the grind of our lives,
Nonchalantly, we carry on,
While some live and others die.
©
Radhika Saboo, 2006 (all rights reserved)
