Boundaries

Where angles dare

The boundaries ;

maybe missing .

Or obscured

with misplaced care.

I saw a cow pick up a slice of melon

And give it

to the crying child by the road

The one

Who was shooed away

By the one behind the wheel.

I wonder

In pain, anguish

And amazement

Why ???

Should angels dare??

Sigh !!!

Tears have no faith

They belong to no one.

They know no boundaries.

Rhea Dsouza