The bell rang in the school,
The students ran out of the classes…
Like prisoners running out
From their prisons…
There stood a little boy
He wore shabby clothes…
His face was dark…and serious
Yet there was a shine in his eyes.
He dares to dream,
With hope in his eyes.
With empty hands and empty pockets.
With a determination in his mind.
He looks at the colourful clothes,
Wonders about the pages,
Which seem alien to his eyes.
Watching the happy go passerby,
He dreams of tasting it all,
The leisure and colours of the rich life.
Gazing at the boy…was a student,
Different from all others…
He was one among the crowd,
Yet unique in all aspects….
He dared to dream of the open skies,
Free from the life of money and books…
Just like the green trees and wandering birds
We wanted to fly….to the heavens…
From the window of his class,
He gazed at the changing world,
The trees fall…the lands are gone…
Buildings and monuments…rise everywhere.
Looking at the boy he felt,
The essence of an independent life.
No worries, no fear….
Nobody to care…about….
Freedom was all he wanted…
From the monotonous life.
Two minds live on the same planet,
Same are the people around them.
Yet there are two worlds,
Living on the same Earth.