The Boy IN RED

Chapter 4

Laughs all over everyone’s cheering saw the one in red
Glittered with the fake smile he holds
See how happy he is playing with the kids he laughs, rehearse
And plays the play over and over  again
See he shares stories mostly creates with everyone and in every instant, he blends 
If he can’t adapt he speaks and says thank you for anything good that ever embrace
He may not hold as tight as you hold your father's hand 
Maybe he never holds anything yet, isn’t it great that he knows how to detach.

 I know it’s hard for you son your color is unique and it shines in marvelous ways
But sooner or later different scares the world sooner or later they’ll repel. 
Son oh my son just be like the boy in red

Scared and timid the little boy still holding his father’s hand even though he weaved
He was determined to not let it go
Looked up with moist eyes with tears surfacing behind
Before breaking he clasped and whispered father my father I can’t see any boy in red
I try hard I look again and again, around and around
I can see the mighty lake sparkling bugle 
The ancient mariner but not the boy in red
Anklets talk with me the breeze kisses my cheek  
But my father how would I find the boy in red

The father closed his eyes in anguish he peered the innocent face and finally said
Gifting the best gift he himself ever received, the friend to hold
A spaceship finally something to flew away

Imagine said the father that’s the best dexterity one can ever posses
Just Imagine the boy in RED

By- Kshitij Sinha
22/11/2016

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