“Life seems no glitters”, he utters
Smokes of cigars in a room all in clutter
Sapped senses of hearing, smells and colours
The rising and falling mood flutters in wonders
A face hung in ignominy and drifted finance and family.
On the pictured walls, a giant shadow falls
Wandering and begging; sobbing and pleading
Looking for ecstasy to breathe in bliss and honour
The five feet stature soon snuggled down in the corner
Lying half-dead on the edges of the lonely walkway
Stained shirt and bruised face; swept away like a dirt astray
Faltering under the moonlight for some help just the way
The teary-eyed mother watching her son toddling around that day
But, now he couldn’t say “Mom, I need you, please”
Two months ago her soul was laid to rest in peace.
All he could count the closed gates of the colleges, sports and events
The boy laments about the disfigured past and the bereavements
Running away from everyone; talking to himself all alone
Never healing wounds painted his little flesh and bone.