One might be wondering... What’s wrong with this guy???
Used to be joyful … Now sad dunno why???
With spring in his step and head held high
He raced on earth and soared in sky
Stubborn but sensual… stoic and tender
He slammed at fate as he gleamed in shade
He lived alone and let go all
Some to time... Some to space
His mates are his books… that you find on corners and nooks
He sings loud when he is sad and whispers when he goes mad
He holds himself when he wishes to be hugged
He ruins his day when he is bugged
Someone stole his heart… yet he is rich
With nothing else to lose... he lost his pitch
If at all he goes back to womb
He shall never come back to this life’s tomb
(I do not know the name of the little boy in the picture I posted along with this blog. I thank my friend Nirav in anticipation that he would forgive me for going ahead… using his little cousin’s picture without his permission…
The truth is… when I was a kid… I used to look exactly like this little boy… Especially when mom’s so busy with other chores and could not comb my hair tight and tie it with a black ribbon in to a tiny pony tail)
Used to be joyful … Now sad dunno why???
With spring in his step and head held high
He raced on earth and soared in sky
Stubborn but sensual… stoic and tender
He slammed at fate as he gleamed in shade
He lived alone and let go all
Some to time... Some to space
His mates are his books… that you find on corners and nooks
He sings loud when he is sad and whispers when he goes mad
He holds himself when he wishes to be hugged
He ruins his day when he is bugged
Someone stole his heart… yet he is rich
With nothing else to lose... he lost his pitch
If at all he goes back to womb
He shall never come back to this life’s tomb
(I do not know the name of the little boy in the picture I posted along with this blog. I thank my friend Nirav in anticipation that he would forgive me for going ahead… using his little cousin’s picture without his permission…
The truth is… when I was a kid… I used to look exactly like this little boy… Especially when mom’s so busy with other chores and could not comb my hair tight and tie it with a black ribbon in to a tiny pony tail)
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