My black hand bag tucked under my arm.
A rush of blood to the head.
Come on let’s release the energy today.
The arrival of the meeting parade.
A peep through the haunted night.
A year on things had changed in there lifes.
A picture frame in a human form.
A normal driver of a taxi does his routine journey.
There is nothing new in what he does as he sees a
female passenger near a taxi stand.
The passenger get’s in as he drops her off near just after her
house to her request.
She say’s she has no money the taxi driver see’s her daughter
in her so he let’s her off.
The taxi driver glances in the back mirror to see a black bag on the
He quickly get’s out of the taxi with the bag and goes to the house
where he dropped the girl off.
A door slowly opens an old women appears, who are you she say’s to him.
Can you give the girl her bag she left it in my taxi he say’s
The old women looks at him in shock, she say’s to him I have no one anymore.
Copyright © Rajesh sharma | Year Posted 2005
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