The baton passed …
- Ranga Sitaram
.
There they walked
On the winding straats
That ran side by side
With the grachten fast,
Lying levels
Below the sea,
In the Nederland.
.
As they weaved
Their weg
Amidst the multitude
Of fietsers way,
They heard a meisje
Callout “Amma, Pappa!”
From straats away.
.
They turned around
To see an Indian girl
Approach them
With sure steps
And a surreal smile
On a fiets
Rood en lang.
.
Tears welled up
In Amma’s eyes
Vrolijk that her little girl
Was at home in her
New found world.
And the baton of life’s adventure
Was now very well passed!
—-***~~
(straits = streets, grachten = canals,
neder = lower, weg = way,
fietsers = bicyclists, fiets = bike,
rood en lang = red and tall,
vrolijk = happy.)
Eclectic Musings by Ranga Sitaram 