Potholes
Happily cheering and laughing ,swinging,
as the dad is carefully pushing it.
He is on cloud nine ,looking at her joyous face.
The bright skies have fallen ,clouds turned dark,
and the storm has washed away the roads,
taking away the only rainbow in his life.
Taking her ashes to high and low places
for justice but in vain,they cant fight
against a pothole,which is gallows to
the people taking these paths.
Pain,aganst,agony ,beautiful memories,
deep void of his heart,have all
turned him into filling the holes
and safe proofing the paths,so
no one ever loses their love like him.
This torch has been burning since two decades
and will do,as long as ill people exist.
It was supposed to be a torch but
we made him burn an eternal flame.
Will this flame ever see a shine,
well.....you tell me.......
PS:This poem is written after knowing about a father who lost his daughter to potholes filled roads
in an accident(kaam chaalu hai..movie trailer).
Written on:12-4-2024
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