The ordinary day went by
and the pedestrian
crossed at the favorite point
but today
something wasn’t so ordinary
toward her sped an old
but strong automotive
leaving behind clouds of smoke
and squeaks from its engine
the car didn’t veer of
and the pedestrian didn’t stir
she thought she was safe
but then
this was followed by a serious bang
eyes turned
but only a casualty was visible
and no traces of the assailant
hmm. He was satisfied
and she lay there, used
and helpless.
try get an inner meaning and let me know through a comment. lemme know if youre thinking what i was thinking.
Never take anything for granted.
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When we read poetry, we bring to it our own personal experience of the past and present moment. For me, the poet’s real intention doesn’t matter. Like the pedestrian in the poem, life knocks us down on an ordinary day from out of nowhere. Some gloat at our downfall and don’t lift a hand to help us up again.
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I totally agree with you on that point. anyway your thought was just a few points short of mine. thanks for reading.
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