with every step
a bold thought
and dutch courage
from the wine he bought
walking through
the mocking woods
in the dark
when the moon stood
every stone
and every turn
mapped in mind
real and firm
a mile he walked
still half way through
with lifeless staring
his fears grew
on every dead
leaf he stepped
it cried for life
then back to death
he hid his head
under his hood
comforting him
trying to seclude
at last he reached
his cozy hut
putting off
the smoking bud
he waved his hand
through the cloud
and stepped inside
shouting out loud
"look what i got
for me and you!"
the orphan snatched
the bun and chewed
sniffing the smoke
but uttering none
just gulping down
the lively bun
then he took
some fruits out
then started telling
everything about
how he stole
and who he tricked
almost caught
then how he flicked
the child didn't know
of what he spoke
but in that limited
fruit eloped
the man sipped the wine
then gave him some
so he wouldn't sing
the crying song
putting his small
stomach at rest
he child did fall
unto his bed
silent breath
a dreamless sleep
wiping all
thoughts he'd weep
the man glanced
at the sleeping child
through his red
and teary eyes
mixing memories
with his sight
of the very day
he found light
light that put
his darkness out
of loneliness
and of doubt
the child back then
was half the size
his eyes could switch
even sinners to wise
the man took him
in his arms
from the road
near the farm
when he had been
chased by some
whom he had cheated
all at once
the child was missing
a leg and an eye
he couldn't even run
from the pain and cry
the man took him
and brought him home
gave him a bath
and his hair did comb
the child didn't say
just simply smiled
coz' no one had
ever been so kind
he loved him like
his own son
till the blunt
'today' had come
he again stopped
to hear his breath
the child unknown
to the forthcoming death
he took out the bundle
of the notes well kept
put it next to
the angel bearing bed
he then bent
and kissed his eye
bidding the child
a silent goodbye
he knew his life
had reasons none
but to multiply
all wrong he had done
he wanted to die
to do good to all
he slit his wrist
his eyelids did fall
soon did come
a friend of his
panting and shaking
and watching all this
holding the wretched
letter in hand
of the suicide
the man did plan
what he saw
was both asleep
and one of them
did cold blood weep.
a bold thought
and dutch courage
from the wine he bought
walking through
the mocking woods
in the dark
when the moon stood
every stone
and every turn
mapped in mind
real and firm
a mile he walked
still half way through
with lifeless staring
his fears grew
on every dead
leaf he stepped
it cried for life
then back to death
he hid his head
under his hood
comforting him
trying to seclude
at last he reached
his cozy hut
putting off
the smoking bud
he waved his hand
through the cloud
and stepped inside
shouting out loud"look what i got
for me and you!"
the orphan snatched
the bun and chewed
sniffing the smoke
but uttering none
just gulping down
the lively bun
then he took
some fruits out
then started telling
everything about
how he stole
and who he tricked
almost caught
then how he flicked
the child didn't know
of what he spoke
but in that limited
fruit eloped
the man sipped the wine
then gave him some
so he wouldn't sing
the crying song
putting his small
stomach at rest
he child did fall
unto his bed
silent breath
a dreamless sleep
wiping all
thoughts he'd weep
the man glanced
at the sleeping child
through his red
and teary eyes
mixing memories
with his sight
of the very day
he found light
light that put
his darkness out
of loneliness
and of doubt
the child back then
was half the size
his eyes could switch
even sinners to wise
the man took him
in his arms
from the road
near the farm
when he had been
chased by some
whom he had cheated
all at once
the child was missing
a leg and an eye
he couldn't even run
from the pain and cry
the man took him
and brought him home
gave him a bath
and his hair did comb
the child didn't say
just simply smiled
coz' no one had
ever been so kind
he loved him like
his own son
till the blunt
'today' had come
he again stopped
to hear his breath
the child unknown
to the forthcoming death
he took out the bundle
of the notes well kept
put it next to
the angel bearing bed
he then bent
and kissed his eye
bidding the child
a silent goodbye
he knew his life
had reasons none
but to multiply
all wrong he had done
he wanted to die
to do good to all
he slit his wrist
his eyelids did fall
soon did come
a friend of his
panting and shaking
and watching all this
holding the wretched
letter in hand
of the suicide
the man did plan
what he saw
was both asleep
and one of them
did cold blood weep.
