Handicap

Late into the Night; the hunger of the day is keeping the eye half shut and the sleep at bay Wrapped in a torn sheet on the platform no. 3 holding on to wooden clutches where the legs should be Out from the corner a ray of light grows into a sea of brightness; a heavenly sight In this heaven he jumps, play and run He can only look forward the life has just begun He climbs the trees and goes down the ravines deep the exhaustion gets him; alas, he cannot sleep The light passes away the dreams are gone it’s cold and dark again; reality is back to haunt Cursing the God, he asks why do you give dreams, illusions and hope I can stay famished all night the mental handicaps, I cannot cope