Thin Line

 

A tiny girl on the roadside;
walks on a rope hung ten feet high.
A long bamboo for balance-
onlookers pause, cheer and sigh.
Back and forth she walks for living-
like finger rolls on guitar’s string.
Below, a bowl awaits soup-
which wobbles with occasional dings.
Hunger beguiles.

Trots on thin line.

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About Rahul Aithal

I am from Mumbai, India. Composing poems gives me immense pleasure. Few poetic sites I write on are - poemhunter.com, poeticvoice.ning.com, poetfreak.com and, recently Avant-Garde-Writer's Haven (on Facebook). You could browse my other writes on my private blog, rahulaithal.blogspot.com. I am glad to have joined this site, thanks to Louis. I hope to add value and get the group going.

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