By Arpit Moulik
The car zipped down the street
Golden liquid spilled on the seats
Giggles and laughter slipped through the window crease
Deafening music in the midst of a town asleep
My town breathes, weeps at the sight
Of the bliss these little youngsters seek
It remembers the winter weeks
Before this town was known
When kids cycled through snow laden fields
When Rajpur was a drive
mothers said to little children
Thats where the leopards sleep
The car kept speeding
The world listened to the final moments
Their laughter and exuberance
It wept as it mangled
Their speeding symbol of freedom
Reminding parents to hug their little ones
Reminding little ones to think once
Colours turn grey, heartbeats fade
Those who remain will always feel they failed
Those who pass on …
I hope you find solace
Turn around and hug your parents
A word of appreciation
Let that tug of conscience
Have a hold on you
Let it grip you
As you did their fingers before you turned two
(Arpit Moulik is a young officer in the armed forces who has a passion for writing. His poems explore the depths of human emotions. Using the power of his words, he crafts poetry that resonates with the soul and stirs deep introspection.)
