Let us be water
6 years ago
Scorching heat of the sun
Paralyzing me like a stun gun
The very thought of a cool drink
Will vanish when I see her blink
And in the spring when I fight
With my brother for a kite
My heart will sink on seeing
Her longing to have a wing
A pink jerkin this season?
No, that had no reason
Since the biting winter chill in the morning
Told me she was even devoid of proper clothing
All that I could give her
Were a can of drink, a kite and a sweater
And when asked what the new year day meant to her
“A day with 3 meals” was her answer