It was almost two,
why the gates were still closed?
Two little eyes were waiting from a distance,
whose hands were busy polishing a shoe.
Having only schoolbags on their shoulders,
excited kids swarmed out in tidy attires.
Ringing bell brought a smile on that distant dark face,
as whole arena echoed with chatters and careless laughters.
Those little hands came to halt,
as he dreamily eyed the shiny badges, the colourful swings,
the wall paintings, the playing kids, were all so fascinating.
He was in complete in awe under his dark vault.
“Hurry Up! chotu!” came a stern loud voice from behind
but that little daydreamer was lost in his own music.
Honks, beeps, chatter and see off voices,
were more soothing to him than the radio’s kind.
His hands, coated in soot, waved in the air,
as the children peeped out from giant school bus passing across him.
“YOU LAZY BRAT!!!” the little heart jumped as the pain chilled down his spine,
now the music was taken by his sobbing and hands hastily moving like never before
