Saturday, 1 September 2012

Bare Feet



The soil is his mother, sky is his soul.
sometimes he runs around, hardly he strolls.
by leaps and bounds he fills the air with joy,
his name is unknown but i know he is not a city boy.
Short and timid , he loves to play in rain,
Dance to the music of the raindrops, i can still see his eyes filled with pain.




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