The Tightrope Walker

This is the first poem of a book I am writing. It is about two teenagers in India who fall in love through the difficult art of tightrope walking.

Everyday, I walk down the street

I see a boy walking on a thin rope

He is dirty and very skinny

His clothes are wrinkled,

His hair is scruffy,

But I could see so much through his eyes.

The people watch

As the tightrope walker walks

Yet I stare curiously

Trying to figure out his story

I am in love with the tightrope walker

And one day,

I will walk the rope

With him...

And I will tell him

What my heart is telling me

Because past that tightrope walker

Is a boy I once knew.