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Rated: ASR · Poetry · Foreign · #2136863
The population of India is 1.3 billion and burgeoning.
I had come to Delhi
my first day out
running the gauntlet
of the untamed streets

so mad they were
I soon sought relief
ducking into a dirt bed lane
just slightly less chaotic

there a band of children
were hard at play
running and screaming
laughing and yelling

that’s where I spied her
maybe nine or ten
belly down on a skateboard
both legs missing above the knee
but half a withered arm
and the other
her only normal limb

it was with that single active arm
she scooted herself
in and out of the other kids legs

I stood stunned
in awe of the mighty spirit
wheeling about
in the dirt bed lane

she saw me and paused
taking in the stranger
gave me a giggle
and went about her play

my heart
flew out to her
so sudden
so fast
in a blink
it was gobbled
by the restless throng
and endless traffic
winding all around

my eyes blurred with tears
were of no use
no matter how I felt around
groping on hands and knees
it just could not be found

doomed as well
my panicked cries
since there was little chance
of hearing any answer
over the deafening din

in the end
with my heart astray
among the knotted tangles of the city
one lonely option lingered
simply to report it lost

four days later
the police rang me at my hotel
good news
they’d found my missing heart

it was laying in the dust
there beside the shattered skateboard
and her sunken body
where she had been crushed
beneath a swerving bus

so slight a bag
of bloodied rags
along the edge
of the dirt bed lane

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