Ibohal Kshetrimayum Poet I do not know?

Envy

Bus ride
Little boy plays with his thumb
Bending
Straightening
Giggles and giggles
In pure joy
Sitting beside
I look at my hands
They look ugly and tired
Evil too
All sweetness taken away
Nothing left to play with tenderly
Before it ends
The journey

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Black Matta November 21, 2018 at 10:08 AM We will always envy kids, not only for their fingers and their hands, but for not being aware of all this hard life which took all the sweetness of our days. Good share, thank you! Ibohal Kshetrimayum November 22, 2018 at 1:01 AM Thank you. Sometimes, wishing to play like a kid, even in autumn.

Kim Rodrigues November 19, 2018 at 9:59 AM Great contrast here! Ibohal Kshetrimayum November 19, 2018 at 10:21 AM Thank you. Life's different colors. Thanks again