Eyes on us.
Bars in front, bending down for breath.
One second to look up.
Hands covered with red circles.
Face torchlit with recent smacks.
Eyes gasping down in breaths.
They look up.
But no sight to see,
Travelers fading away-
The lone figure.
Written By- Kunjal Gupta
This is a poem describing a lone injured man on the street. The picture given in the challenge- the eyes stare intensely into us. This prompted me to write a piece which questioned many people together, their willingness to bend down and help someone in need. This is written for sadje
‘But. Before you leave. Help me stand up first‘