The roads stood silent at the daytime,
but he ran through the colonies,
dust escaping his toes with every step,
a road left behind, to a heart's unheard groan.
She sits inside her room,
with pink haired dolls, that have to be fed,
with love and affection untold.
putting the harsher realities on hold.
He suddenly falls to a stone that hits,
his toes peeking out a so called 'shoe'
He falls, he bleeds, still holds on to the falling kite,
gripping hold of destiny's thread.
She has her platter set,
of a today and a blissful tomorrow,
and she's learnt it all, the happiness,
books don't teach us sorrow.
And as he sits down in the lanturn shade,
drowning in thoughts unruffled, untamed,
with a tainted bowl in his tiny hands,
that has never tasted a gravy.
She detest him as he picks those rags,
rummaging through the backyard full of tiny things,
he finds a rose bud, and keeps it for ammi'
and she still believes, that he stinks.
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