Kid Man

In his heart brimming river’s flow When he sees it passing below He on the bridge cries ‘train, train’ Goes back to be a child again! A child that’s what he loves to stay Refuses to go the grownups’ way Being a kid is pleasure immense Smallest things tickle the sense! He shuns adults their company Their faces somber as somber could be Their lack of laugh frowned eyebrows Creased countenance stern morose! He nicely fits in his childlike poise Claps when glad dances in rejoice Catches a grasshopper in palm holds rain Lovingly goes back to be a child again!