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.
A poignant , insightful snapshot of the everyday struggles which confronts the economically marginalised.
Thanks Louis. Much appreciated.
We all walk on this thin line, but we are unware of the fragility under our feet…great write!
Absolutely true, Iulia. Thank you so much for reading and commenting.