where did the tiny one go ?

Where did the tiny one go?
Just a moment back he was here
Playing with the red balloon
Under the seductive summer sky.
An hour back I glimpsed him on his skates
Merrily playing with his mates
Amidst hollers and shouts
Involved in juvenile bouts.
The heart thuds
Why are the tiny buds
Has some wicked wizard put them under a spell?
Ah, there it is!
The red balloon
Bobbing up and down
In the noon day sun.
But where did the tiny one g…???
A mother’s blood-curdling scream.
Again something red .
Alas, anything that is red, is not a balloon!

7 thoughts on “where did the tiny one go ?

  1. VijayNair

    In this sensitive and impressive poem,Santosh reveals how tragedy strikes unexpectedly turning the world of the mother upside down. The last line is brilliant.

  2. Louis Kasatkin

    This throws into sharp relief the precarity of our every day experiences and circumstances.

    * Footnote :-Precarity is a precarious existence, lacking in predictability, job security, material or psychological welfare. The social class defined by this condition has been termed the precariat.

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