Go hold him** their voices sounded silent as in dream I stood a dumb doll making no move to close in on him he was there so near me only away an arm's length but I held my ground frozen ****** of all my strength!
I watched him fall in slow motion transfixed in my place a frantic appeal in his eyes a disaster looking at his face if only I had taken one step restored him lost balance how could I, I was not moving, stayed rooted there in trance!
Grab him they shouted but came their voices from far a lullaby no wake up call traveling from distant most star how could I move one step do something to keep him upright by design I was the most helpless closest to disaster's site!
In that year long minute just one wish haunted my stupored mind my ears would catch sounds of footsteps of the ones standing behind someone would catch the falling man reach the site going ahead of me there was no way would move my feet prevent happening of the calamity!
The 3 Laws of Disaster:
i. The person(s) standing closest to the site of disaster is the last/most unlikely one to offer any help. ii. The ones lying farthest are usually the ones to reach the earliest. iii. In fact, the person standing closest to the site of a disaster assumes himself to be a part of it hoping help would reach from those farther from him.