Suruma Writes On...

On the threshold of the empty street, I saw the boys, Hair outgrown,ragged dresses And faces,black with smoke. They laugh,they play Life is but troublesome Still they laugh,they play the innocent ones! I have seen them with Empty jingling plates, Out there on the streeets Begging for money. The poor ones, Make both ends meet They take their lives As a double rolled film I find them  totally different Their worn out, weary faces Their pity looks They don't need our pity looks Not just love and care They too have the right to live, right to learn ,right to come up!                                    

As I lie down on my bed, With a book in my hands There I simply lose myself To the cupid world of sleep. My eyes droop down sluggishly Yet, sleep swiftly arrives in search of me. There are unmaginable dreams, That await me ,when  I just close my eyes. Oh, I wish some were true. But once I wake..... Oh! no.. they vanished.  Alas! I don't remember What I felt! But is there actually  Something better, than a heavy nap, on the wet grass, or the cozy bed, or on the cool floor! Indeed sleep is a re-creation, It is rest,it is peace. Once you come back, You are zealous and lovely!

      THE CIRCUS I saw the tip, A shiny corner of-I don't get it ! But as I budged on further, I saw myself gazing- gazing at those flashy lights, red ,green and blue, Widespread like those moist moss! I glided on towards the lights,where The unveiled rustic walls charmed my eyes, Their dusty corners innoculated With whatsover-spiders,flies and bugs! I gazed,astounded,rooted ,at the Humongous circus tent, My first circus ,yes  the circus! The ether was rushy, Everyone seemed to be swishy, To stir from their spots; All awaiting the circus show. I managed to wriggle around and get through, Get through the enormous tent- All dark inside, tightened at corners! I perceived the susceptibility, Of the earth around;tangled With ropes here and there. That flex of the circus company, Attracted the eyes, As I scanned around, Ornamented with glittering garlands, Colours and those illuminations! As the performers neared, With  zeal, aqui...