About a little girl walking home with dignity

#iamwalkinghome

A million people will walk hundreds of miles in India to outrun a virus they cannot see, abandoned by a city they tried to make their own.

If only, I had a tiny wheel A tire, a tube on a metal ring Will do.

I will trick it out like a juggler My famous one-wheeled scooter Bottles of water Flyin’ in air Biscuits On the trapeze wire In the circus for all of you, To see.

If only, I had two wheels my own Like the cycle We used to own I will steer Father ‘round the ring Riding on the handlebar Or with my sister behind him, On the spring.

If on the other hand I could have three of those Like the trike My father said he will buy I will ride, with my brothers all Against the wind.

I will race my friends Back home.

But all I see are ones with four Sometimes eight Rushing ahead No time to wait No space for us No space for us, anymore.

Faintly in the distance, see A lake meets the winking sun The sinking road The road from hell We walk from Delhi We called it home.

If only, I had a broken wheel I would need just one, you know. Our legs are not wheels, you see One, two, three or even four.

And so, I am walking home.

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