Lost In The Crowd

When I was in third

With my mother and brother

I went into an extraordinary place,

Crowded with people and stalls, 

There was a lot of sound and crackling

In front in back

In right in left

Some music from where 

I don't know

Was a crowd 

More than hundred

I was pushed and pulled

A small kid of eight 

With many big adults around

Above eighteen

Masculine nature

Brutal eyes and murdering strengths

I was creeping through the way...

I tiptoed on my guts; 

Was not able 

To stop my wet eyes

From melting with furrow

I went in every stall every nook and corner

Of the empty vessel

With my eyes smudged in tears...Mom..!

I receded to the stall

From where I was lost

Without recognizing what was there on the board 

And my tears fell into my smiling mouth and abandoned teeth

I saw my mother and brother

I hugged my mother 

And recited a fable not understood by many,

That was the day

That was the day

When I was terrorized

The most at the book fair

And my survival was on the tip of the needle which I now pierce.