He Is Our Gardener
He Is Our Gardener1 min 193 1 min 193
The boy was having the time of his life.
His classmates, boys, and girls;
And, he was the leader of them!
He was tough and he was street-smart.
He was ambitious, he was charming;
And, he was aware of his strength!
He portrayed himself as rich and famous.
And he trained himself to act like one;
Making his friends drool over him.
He believed in the web of lies about himself.
He luxuriated in his own story, untrue.
He was progressive beyond his years.
Kids were making merry in the balmy evening
Not forgetting to steal glances at their beloved,
Wanting not to miss a single word by him!
He saw first, a tiny disaster, not very far from them.
With laceless shoes and dingy shirt, worn out;
His father coming towards him in a rush,
His face full of pride on seeing his bedazzling son,
Gave him a greasy package of left-over lasagna.
“Son, you forgot your lunch! Here. Eat it!”
Friends gathered around him with eyes, inquisitive.
Didn’t look his kind; Isn’t he a shabby old man?
“‘Who is he, How could you know his sort?”
Came the reply coolly; “Sort of; he is our gardener.”