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.
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