Boy With Pink Sandals

From my balcony I look down at
Dhanmondi lake, leafy park, busy street 
And watch slices of life unfolding. 
A little boy plays in the park. 
A naked child, small and dark. 
Grandma washes him in the lake 
He squirms and giggles and squeals  
Jumps out with pink sandals on his feet 
And runs about with unbridled glee.
I watch this scene and think:
Nengtoo baccha, beggar boy, 
How many such moments of joy 
Will come your way? 
Life will be hard and cruel for you. 
Where will you be at twenty-two?