he comes out from the cocoon
cut his lifeline from his mother
said the maid
and be cursed
as a cursed child his birth sign is registered
a bird comes to the tree near his window
on the nest, above the tree
he remember his days of the cave on the mountain
snow covered and cold
he remember his days with Budha
while walking along with him
rule is written
as for the bird
it can’t goes beyond the ocean
but can sing
rule is written
he has to watch behind from window
an old grilled window
wish for play with a kite
colors are everywhere as sky filled with kites
wondering to see the bird is flying
filled the sky with freedom
filled the sky with wisdom
let’s share one plate of velpuri
let’s share one plate of panipuri
a bullet go through a heart
steel bullet and cold it feels
when in the street a beggar ask for the money
bomb blast on the cricket field
when young buildings are looking
when the girl watching the kites
she asking for a pineapple to her father
all rush in all the shopping mall
smiles are distributed
with reduction
the old man still walks with his grandchild
and the mother still talks to her daughter middle of the night
now being as a cursed
not as bad….as it so
because it is raining
earth is bathing
it causing a rainbow
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