its not beacause of me or bacause of u
its this because that we are for
we have to be a cause of ..
told me the little boy
i show him a fingure and he holds it delightly
we stall below the tree
then he's busy i am too
the sky is soo clear
the leaves so young
the soft grass is caressing my ears and thumb
he loves lonley parks and i too but now
there are too many things... i dont know...somehow
from one hotel to next
check in check out
every where is home
ever was one i doubt
"...so what are u doing ?"
i, i, just some profession and stuff
"..is it quite easy or is it tough?"
its like-all-are-doing..its like playing a bluff
but its making me money its taking me up
".. so is it like poems is it like play?"
..no its like school-work like mama use to say
"... so u have friends and teachers and ground?"
ya we have callagues, bosses and clouns
"..then it must be fun and glory and style?"
not exactly but that might come for a while
".. why does it take soo much time of urs?"
i give it so that u dont eat my head any more ..
"...u sell a part of ur life, so u must be getting some in return
it would be like friendship and people you earn,
make a difference to some life and they to you hence forth??"
its money..its time.. its ..its worth.. !!!