At the Crossing ( 6th August 2016 )

It became red,

Red like the color of blood and red like the color of heart:

A boy came in front of me with a ring of steel in his hand,

With the filth of poverty he was tanned,

And still with a smile did he start?

There was a smile,

I wondered if he was being guile:

They often did to get some mints.

I tried to steal a glint,

At his mother in rags,

Who is now all sagged; was caused to sag.

She beating up a drum to his tricks,

Followed with the curtain and the shower,

Shower of chimes.

It was now green,

Green like the color of grass and green like the color of a mantis.

And I wished as he ran where it was now red, on the River Styx:

Let this be an illusion.