A Toy

I open my eyes

To see a lil Sunflower

Bloom

 A gentle breeze

Brush my soul

Yea! It’s a baby boy

It’s within him

My heart beats

The stars twinkle

Shares the joy along me

We belong

To each other.

Then,

I buy him a toy

A toy that’ll change lives

A gun

A toy gun

A metal one

For he’s a baby boy

Ain’t a Baby Girl

The Moon howls

Stars shun their twinkle

 Playfully

he hammers all

with the gun

I cheer him

for

Spectacular was his show

He and the Gun

Both now inseparable

The power of Gun

Made him a hooligan

I repent

I cuss myself

I reason

If at all

I had showered love

Instead

© 2015 Ajay Pai (Reserved)

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