An Angel's Biography

The dawn breaks, sweet dreams over mother calls a lad of seven as everyday he beholds his satchel,bread and her smiling face. now,stepping snail with her first kiss colors,flowers, machines on the way he's to listen, jot down what is taught an angel of cottage family dominate the daydreams the mixing coktails of innocent creations prevail on the way to home and the sight of green play grounds, the ice-vendor, the tricycle and the popcorns to quench his desires but not for him, from the cottage holes he is't greedy, not wrong but guilty inside and isolated like a physical system learnt, filthy shephered is his only mate, the butterflies over flowers is game and the mother's visage is whole days's cheer.