BROKEN JOYS

From the verandah, I saw a little boy

Hoping up and down with his toy

Neither purchased nor factory-made 

His mom had made but not in shade

He cherished and held it to his heart

Played day and night, with his mom's art

Once while playing heard a strange sound 

Looked right, left, up, down, and around

Finally, knew it came from a big house

The strange sounds let his interest arouse

The window was open, full, and wide

Peeped inside suddenly he did hide

For if they saw him, they would scold

Unpleasant words would make him cold

He was lost watching the moving images

For he hasn't seen them all his ages

Engrossed in it from his hiding place

Suddenly the door shut on his face

His joys broken, now a saddened boy

Desolate, he went playing with his dear toy.