Mistaken
Aside an erection site,
in the heaps of sand.
About a three feet-boy,
toiling with his little hands.
carrying stones over his head,
moving the big bricks.
He was made to dance
over fate’s unfaithful tricks.
for a future with bread,
he is slogging in present.
He hadn’t a playful past and is not
allowed to live being innocent.
Within him had grown
a man, angry and wild,
and I foolishly had
Mistaken him for a child.
***
Aside an erection site,
in the heaps of sand.
About a three feet-boy,
toiling with his little hands.
carrying stones over his head,
moving the big bricks.
He was made to dance
over fate’s unfaithful tricks.
for a future with bread,
he is slogging in present.
He hadn’t a playful past and is not
allowed to live being innocent.
Within him had grown
a man, angry and wild,
and I foolishly had
Mistaken him for a child.
***
Savla Viral L.
1 comment:
another masterpiece...touching and thought-provoking...
p.s. thanks for ur comments on my blog...
naah...me not suicidal..was once..not now [:P]
...me lil?? Me elder than u dude...(if ya still 17 that is)
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