In a distant town since long lost
Modest quarters abathe in winds hot
Sun blazing, rooms shut dark
On a mind wild, his afflamed heart
Mother by him, on straw mat
Restive, he fidgets, sun in eye
Friends, games, all their try
Resonating, rushed by calling crows
But her rule stern, sharp blows
Ring heavy, but now her grace
Arm on him in semi - embrace
Settled serene, her kind face
Yet ... in these confined hours
Beseeching friendly greater powers
Longing intense to be at large
Among the mirth, without the dark
Gods, trees and streets sparse.
He rolls away from her, as naturally
Breath bated, waiting, let out slowly
Watching her body adjust, lazily
Up, he tip toes very carefully
Re-close the door, voiding the creak
Feeling cool, out on hot steps
Jumping heart, muting scream
Latching shut the weathered entry
Merry, under the Flamboyant's blooming faith
Moving songs of joy, tingling mottled shade
Gnarled roots bobbed up like ancient stays
Its umbrella red, welcome heart felt
Between sun and earth, fine mid - day.
He stoops in wonder, at streets yet deserted
Obliges readily the scorching windy wave
Picks to peel off the unblossomed buds
Locks stamens at fierce wars of tug
' Where are they ?' The thought shoots
Collecting pebbles, imagining feuds
Squatting at last on the exposed roots
' Where are they ?' He dilates more
Sketching lines in dust, criss - cross
Bumps the ball up high to recover
' The game's sure on elsewhere !'
One step, then two, winds howling blare
Silent houses disquiet his inner
' Implore the parents, shall I ? but outgrows
Bare feet on the grass, beside the road
Decisively right into the fiery glow
The molten tar sticks searing the sole
Brisk, he strides on in predator's role
Into a canter sudden, clear and cool
Jingling anon, marbles pocketful
The top unstrung, ecstasy on the run
Swishing ball mid - air, the baton swung
Lo ! The kingdom's come
The full view gladdens
Grass green, trees mum
Palms sway to music pleasant
Wide, fragrant, cool, the open spaces
Littered drain far, falling to pieces
Algae on bricks, huge snakes aged.
Little king now is freedom personified
Delivered in time, constraints untied
Playful, somersaulting under a tree
Helping another, on bruised knee
Calling, aiming, taking long jumps
Ha - ha - ha, great times extend
Till another arrives gleeful, unrestrained
Echoing cheer, prattle, wild dance
Warm, close, singing laughters
Heavens mild, alas, for not much after.
The illumined momentum of the melee
Reveal truths simple, yet unsurpassed
Glowing undiminished to this day ...
The mother essence, the Shangri - la !
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