The Paperboat 

There breathes another kingdom , secluded from the frenzied-

 scintillations of  glossy aerial towers of glass, steel

and too much of  amorphous concrete

Even the rays of sun loathe to shine upon- the indigent land

Orchard of unwanted weeds  dwelled by scum-bags

I was born out of the innocent  hands of lively little lads

Folded out of wrinkled torn-out papers of dumped notebooks

and with my  fellow mates, they kept me  on the shimmering  line of start

roaring with exhilaration , with fastened sails of golden dreams 

acquired  ready stance- and off we went into the unknown !

and ran behind the ingenuous chasers , pure and free and unaware

of the abyss which lies beneath, which has swallowed many a wrecks

the arduous river flowed and sprang , down down and up again

twisted and swirled around the snags through the vivacious skid –row

and I sailed over the fetid monster,  valiantly like the gallega

I saw a decrepit hut with its cardboard walls and a roof of tin

Where stood a silhouette of a woman with a back so stooped

And With her coal heated iron she presses the fancy cloths

But the creases of her bygone past refuse to recede

The giant rats leap across the black river, as I maneuver for balance

Under the banyan tree, a rickshaw puller dozes on his only asset

Another uninspiring  hard day he had hauling people to varied places

and he drinks with his scanty wage, to ease the callous fatigue.

I kept going, until I drowned

In this kingdom where even the sun loathe to shine upon