Narrow road,
Two kids,
Reading textbooks
On their slow way
To school,
Oblivious to the
Splendors of the
Spring morn;
Two child- workers,
Carrying head-loads
Of gravel,
Opposite direction,
Passing them by:
Absolute silence.
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Captures poignantly that moment we have all ,even without being aware of it, intersected disparate and irreconcilable paths of destiny.The paths remaining mutually incomprehensible to one another and only dimly aware that those with a greater burden whom are never acknowledge are intrinsic to our goals.
This one is a knock out poem.