The Scandalous thoughts

The little boy in you

He asked a lot of questions..

Sometimes about stars,sometimes about moon..

Sometimes looking down the streets and the vendors going downhill too..

And I sat, silently beside him..

Watching him play with his toys,

Sometimes with friends down stairs..

Sometimes listening to old songs,with his mother..

Sometimes watching sports and news with his father..

The little boy,little silent,little naughty,grew up..

At times awkward,at times friendly,he had his own world too..

Where he sat,painting for hours,dreaming about things he could remember,couldnot too..

His eyes held dreams..

Of something,may be he himself never knew..

His journey was harsh,when rain drenched him,when Sun marked him..

His eyes firm as he trodded uphill..

And his silent company wished..

One day,he would climb that mountain and the ice would melt..

That the little boy would become a bright star..

And spring would come,as the iced heart melts..

Still I pray,to keep the little boy in you safe..