Be Buoyant Boy of Brave:-

  no more roves from  hungry ghosts

  benign spirits

  and those lost in the neither  ether

  even they be gone

  seeking better welcome

  here be the deserters

  not run from better peers

  but badder seers

  none awaken

  sleep snores next door

  the quiet city sits

  houselights dimmed

  streetlamps bulbs glowing oranges

  no dusk here

  neither no dawn

thoughts chatter-less

windpipe swallows a glimpse of a waif

whence did i grow the man asks no one

just a moon back i fished with freedom

hooked a single line of joy

i was a boy

jumping down elephant rock's trunk

my cool pool splashes

a pond mine to keep

and share with mates

catch crabs

small fry

simple frying matter in a tiny black broken pan

palettes served

we slum-dogged

sold wasted wares

i thought growing up was for other kids

as was the adult life

senseless matters of pursuits in my garden of the world

where tangerines swelled in the late autumn

mangoes too

with bananas and other fruit

jackals sang as sun dimmed and went over somewhere beyond vales

then the woods would sing along

an older girl she rounded us in the open grass

starlit skies above

shifting fire-flames beyond

she told stories

of beautiful female ghosts dressed in soft white-light sarees

and hollow backs of treachery as she seduced men

they fell to entrapment

mostly they got away

i wondered why she was that way

or why screams of pain carried out the windows of men's dwellings

as morning rose

i rabbited outdoors

doing the day's date with yet more surprises

i never had much money

we thought that was for buying something you needed once a while

but money's worth was none of itself

there were stones, rocks and boulders

fish in the river

crabs in the stream

birds in the forests

fruit on the trees

potatoes beneath

we fashioned toys from the world

leaf a whistle

bamboo a flute

shear a blow-dart

seeds to shoot

and a hearty laugh after

outnumbering occasional cries

few were the tears

ample fun

only the dire handful of fears

happy balances

from a childhood cheque

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       now i pry

and pray

the same fortune behold

the boy in my inner soul

may he discover

without knowledge

everyday magic

daily miracles

of the world you call home

through and through

by that unsullied boy in you

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