THE DUSK

Reflections of my past haunt me, at times,
anticipations of
future daunts  me, many a times,
Sitting  on a park bench ,
watching
beautiful sunset, I pondered upon
What went wrong? ………..
How can I
find a way to be alive?
Screams of children, jolt me back to,
that was
alluring, hypnotic and challenging present.
Red golden ball of fire,
submerging in ocean
clear blue water turning into deep hues of
gold,
wailing , yelling screaming children on the swing,
pushing,
tugging , falling , hurting each other,
getting up, climbing back on
the swing.
At dusk of the day, these small bundles of joy,
with pig
tails, buck teeth  and giggles
innocently showed me the way to be
alive,
and not just  to survive.!!!!

~Vikki~

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