Boy's Dream

The little boy on a plastic scooter
Paddles up and down

The path is a race course for him
For audience no one around

The pillion has a dummy seated
Duck like feet he has
I'll kick you off, humoring he says
If you show any sass

Soft legs of his, with force he hits
Vrooooms away .. 10Kmps his top speed
Romps tiny branch on ground

Mama Papa I want to race
When I will grow up

On podium I'll speak after a great feat
Become a winner some day