No Hands
He
rides fast, good rider,
With Determination, craft in hands
Two wheels propelling
ever his
Gamut -
all for a training for race;
Leading for speed up in bike
To fetch water in plastic vessels
In times of dire necessity and
drought from hamlet to hamlet
while the inmates of old plastered
house
wait in anxiety, and grandma
walking with a stick
adjusting her
thick glasses and rim over her hanging
ears
and measuring time by the sun
transcending to the Western horizon.
Careless of Calamity and Death
Possible evil knocking him down,
He
drives faster and faster. Mind and
Soul
always competing with self
Flying away, does he think of his
Wife and children and kith
Dependent upon him. Spirit
Runs faster
than logic. Still his
Hands on;
no hands but will only
Competes, downward his journey.
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