THE KID
The kid paints a dream smitten world with endless dots,
The sailor sails as the kid doesn't tie him in sailors' knots.
The actor acts and the bakers bake
And the macaw flies in the west,
And the Sasquatch jumps while the Bigfoot thumps
And the unicorn lays eggs in its nest.
The colors energize and hopes arise
In the good old sad little moth,
Usain Bolt loses and guess who cruises?
Yes, the dirty mould sloth.
The kid shall grow in his own burrow
Not the rabbits would dig all holes,
With colorful thoughts in his sketchy dots,
He would change the human race's roles.
The kid's in you and the kid's in me
And it's time we set him free,
In the rainbow lights with much delights,
We'll be blessed with a world of glee.
The writer is a student of
Udayan Higher Secondary School.
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