Lovely cheek simpleton
dimple on her chin
curly hair, brown and black
sits in the din
Bustling crowd, chattering loud
shouting screaming high
she sits under all this
and heaves a breath of sigh
Thoughtful poet looks at clouds
gazes eyes of lizard,thinking
what would happen if,suddenly
blew a blizzard
would that boy with long hair
holding his friend's hand
freeze and stand, or sneeze and yelp
or run and drift like sand
Those band of boys with electric toys
with earphones and loud songs
will they freeze, or scream for help
or apply an approach multipronged
She now gazes at far off tree
and flying dot of light
airplane zooming past her
gaze, out of her siight.
Will people run if tree would talk
and planes run on land
Would they have friendship that last
and have strong sturdy strand
Will traffic snarls reduce or rise
will it run like bus
will people sit, still climb and stand
without creating fuss.
She sits and dreams abd scribbles her pen
solitary like a duck
writes fierce, absorbs nature
creates lines that stirs.
Her diary thick, blue green yellow
rainbow colors strewn
mirrored are hers' expression framed
enclosed together sewn.
