There was a little boy
he did not prefer any toy
living in dark corner of an alley way
for him, weekend, festival was any other day.

Early morning the empty space
gets filled up with a sea of faces
who walk around in search of more
occupying the mind of the boy, making it sore.

(all alone his mind gets tainted as he observes.)

Fueled by greed all travel very far
In search of a more powerful car.
Lack of time only moving by flights
In ******* of sort getting into, mental fights.

Trapped in hoardings, advertisements,propaganda
Confuse lust for love, set up traps, new agendas.
send love and flowers through net and phone
end up broken hearts, breaking homes.

Sense of false practicality, work through the night.
Take a trip, caffeine sip, forget to turn of the light.
In want of time, give up leisure
trapped in insidious prisons, suffer mental seizure.

walking on the tight rope, never to relax at all
Unknowingly unacknowledged, take a beautiful fall.
And  imagining, standing tall
and lining up innocents against the wall.

The boy observing this everyday with his wandering eyes says
" lights from the traffic, blind my eyes
  obscuring me from the starlit sky.
  I am one of the faces in the hungry seas
  Every moment to survive, I must seize
  and yet I long to enjoy the cool serene breeze