Small hands blackened with oil and dirt pushing a small tray under a car as the playground screamed in joy of little ones playing cricket and soccer His sweaty face witnesses a smile a censored childhood jumps out winning over his tired alertness Oil is lifeless not like kids; and it does not care for trays or their position beneath they just flow… A slap from a heartless adult … Continue reading Kid On Car – National Poetry Month 2016 – Day7