I watch Him playing on the floor
with a ball and all His toys
was He standing on his feet?
yea He surely was all by Himself
He appeared very happy
just the way He was
the way He was 2 years ago
He collides into something
and God what I see?
two pencil cells come out
out from His back
springs pop out
out from His back
He will collapse in 30
my sister says
I see Him collapsing
He tumbles into my arms
I match my breaths with His
I match my heart with His
(just the way I used to
I used to 2 years ago
when He refused to sleep
and finally He would find solace
and so would I matching
breath by breath beat by beat
and He would sleep with me)
now He smiles like the Buddha
oh! he wasnt happy with the toys
he wasnt happy with the cells
He gets a life
a life in my arms
his eyes shout to me
shout to me loud
chachaiya I dont like the toys
chachaiya I dont need the cells
just get back my life
just get back my life!
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