The Light-Goer

Coming out the boy running.and running Dad running after him Mom also running saying - - "O my poor son you will be fallen, you will be fallen. Go slow, go slow. Be calm and quiet." The boy not bother to look back rather runs faster Passed the arid stony field; sand duene The running boy crossed thr river Passed the shadowey grove Passed the dark mysterious moon-lit forest-land Jumped over the high snowey mountain peak Crossed the sky-line; apex Crossed the horizon Now he turns into a shiny dot of light The boy went up to the evening star.... Dad and Mom stand on the edge of the sky-ocean The quaint earth on their shoulder trembling They are fatigue but try to build a light-made alley where the earth roll down.... They believe some day they reach their son the Light-goer with the rolling old earth ....