Written by Revika Sangamita
Art by K. Mitch Hodge
Blue child has hope hover over his brows
and only his eyes caterwaul so much
that I can hear the cries of his so-called crimes from afar.
Under the silhouette’s solemn sheer screen
dreams are made up of sand dust in his world
and there is no rat race or cruel saplings
sprouting in this dreadful drought of life.
A rope of hope has eloped from the house
and the Blue boy’s vision made it happen,
he is notorious in his world & just like a tear
he slips away easily on any skin, a pearl lover
he is, slips away beneath his own sky and
lives in a bunker with those rapid eyes.