I am a little child
there you are one more of my kind
we collide
and we make some merry sounds
do we feel ashamed of
being what we ever are
ignorant of this world
in our hearts we encompass
love for all
yet we find
empty vessels shining bright
with soul less eyes
hollow interiors echo every emotion
all attempts of invasion go futile
yet we try
make sand castles sky high
there it comes a gush of tide
feet I try to keep dry
but you know
souls thrive only when
saline waters are inside
one more tale of myriad confusions
opens like one folk lore
sung and told
a thousand times
one emotion thrown in air
one more single time
boomerangs
many times
too many times!


Pritpal…. Bahut Sundar….
thanks.. Dushyant.