My First Book of Poems

When I see there is Nothing else

When I see there is Nothing else –
I'd just say they're only hiding from me.
Tummy keeps on asking me where
Oh where Rice or a Drink could be.

I see the old Home I used to stay –
Hear the Children with whom I used to play –
At least no Homework – the Words I always say.
School had to be stopped – I had to go away.

All ripped – all raggy – get used to my Style –
But not sure myself with my Look.
Still got no worry on Fashion – unlike any of you –
Got no time to think for a perfect Shoe.

House is a Transformer as you can see –
A Roof – a Ceiling – a Blankie – or all three.
A Traveler – just not on the sea.
When no Box available – Well hello to the street.

Everyday will always be abad Hair day –
And little by little – I get sick to be this way.
Hard to have nothing else – so now
Playtime's over dearest Needs – come out!