Summer Time

It's a bright bright day for someone feeling merry and calm

With stars in his eyes, sweat on his brows, and a wrap, wrapped with paper, in his palm.

Smiling at the traffic he stood beside the bulldozer

Moving his hands with joy he climbed over the boulder.

For its a hot hot day for someone feeling agile and confused

She stood by the pipelines with an eye-patch on her eyes and a look slightly excused.

Ringing the tin can with gold coins that blind the unfortunate

At every car and every bike passively passing by the gate.

And it's a quiet quiet day for someone feeling sad, simple, and small

Curled up in the torn mattress, coughing, crying, waiting to end it all.

Besides the old lady rubbing his feet left and right

With oil, from the coconut - Prashad, she prepared through vigor, the entire night.

Yet it's a Mean Mean day for the boy in grey

With his cross-eyed look, he gazes at his next prey

Tapping the wood he calls for the man in a rush,

Spare a few seconds and those shoes would shine by a mere stroke of my brush.

But It's just a Normal simple day for the man in blue

Depressed by the recent episode of his favorite television he watched and grew

Getting out of the mall he throws a half-eaten wrap that lacks the edible potential

Perhaps his willful ignorance just made someone else's day slightly more special.