The Child on the Road

I was on the wheels, on the winding roads.

The sun was getting red;

appearing and disappearing as I ascended up.

My eyes fixed to the road as I maneuver each curve.

At the rear seat, seated my wife and my kid,

It was a thrill we all were sharing!

Both fear and admiration:

The mountains or the narrow curves,

The saffron hue or the Balck tar road,

The sound of the stream or roar of my Datsun.

"Watch out! A child" ...my wife screamed!

I could seed a nude black kid at the edge of the road!

Holding a jingle, making his way to the centre of road.

Concerned!I slowed,

.....to decide, stop or not to stop.

I made my choice?

I halted at a distance and honked.

He seemed to respond and that made a big difference. Like life!