Two lonely eyes gazing upright
...at the horizon, where sea meets the sky
Through the window sils it sees
a little boy combat all life's sprees
It sees food aplenty in a plate
no more leaves on which no bait
no starking den, where a dungy bed lay
no grumpy corner - his life's essay
It sees many books - all new and shining
no waste bundles, no page whining
It sees pencils, pens and papers
...Magical world with pain-erasers
It sees people smiling all around
no sadness, no heaviness abound
It sees all hues of colours bright
no shades of darkness ever abide
Just when he was to see himself there
a stern call chasing knocked at his ears
"Where are you, milinger, who would wash the plates?"
The boy just had to snap out of his pace
His dream lay there at the horizon...one teardrop apart
His longing for a normal childhood thumped in his heart
With a yearn so tearing he pulled himself away
Surrendered his short reverie to the pile of plates...
If only there was something that he could ever buy
He would buy that moment where dream meets the eye!
-- T
