Standing beside the window of my room
I was watching the scene on the roadside
It’s the time where I get the grass to eat
It’s my observation that clings on the beat.
This time I was watching a play on the road
It’s just a game of ball between the two
It’s not play that attracted; it’s manners of kids
Both from different privilege groups.
One was throwing the ball in all directions
The other running all around to collect it
The affluent not willing to shed his sweat
The other was behind the action-full treat.
The stronger the other was in his collection
Severe were the attempts thrown to him
It seemed the other ever willing to pick
But affluent was loosing strength to stick
The game took a different turn in a swift
The one who threw stopped his throws
Couldn’t stand more in the scorching heat
Found a place to throw himself to rest.
The picker without action still wanted more
Tender muscles had enough food for the day
Unwilling to rest, eager to continue the game
Still standing in wait for next throw to come.
The affluent though started the throw as a game
Carried it with an intention to make own mark
Without knowing the fact that marks are made
By those who put steps firmly down on the road.
At the end of the game, it could be seen that
The affluent was carried home with a lift in arm
Where the other ran home with full spirit
And energy, which is charged to his merit.
-vidi-
01-02-2008
Vidi Writes
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