Early morning,
Suburban
Mumbai,
A frail boy,
Half-pants,
T-shirt,
Tiny hands,
Raised up,
Forming circles,
In the cold wind,
Outside,
His cheerless hovel,
Happy feet pattering
On the bare tar road;
Contentment,
Spontaneity,
Smile,
Missing
In nearby
Affluent homes,
Going up
And up in
The polluted sky;
The dark boy,
Untutored, and
Bereft of
Everything,
Dancing with
The gentle wind,
The road—a stage,
Passing cars— fleeting audience,
Self-absorbed,
Spirit soaring,
Despite tatters,
A true example of
Rich exuberance and pure
Joy.
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Good poem – flows well as always but the adjectives could be done away with, maybe?
Please excuse me this once – Sunil sir.
I could not resist the temptation.
Exuberance
Posted on February 26, 2013 by Sunil Sharma
Early morning,
Suburban
Mumbai,
A frail boy,
Half-pants,
T-shirt,
Tiny hands,
Raised up,
Forming circles,
In the cold wind,
Outside,
His hovel,
Happy feet pattering
On the bare tar road;
Spontaneity,
Smile,
Missing
In nearby
Affluent homes,
Going up
And up in
The polluted sky;
The dark boy,
Untutored, and
Bereft of
Everything,
Dancing with
The gentle wind,
The road—a stage,
Passing cars— fleeting audience,
Self-absorbed,
Spirit soaring,
Despite tatters
Joy.
Thanks for the edit.
Two versions—similar subject; focus, different!