Mirage

a poem by Hitesh Chandrakant Sheth Dr

Small child dressed shabbily,
His eyes dusty, hair shaggy.
“As I will grow big,
I would have sweets many,
I would play throughout day,
and would be free from elder’s tyranny.”
Tomorrow I will be happy,
Hearing HITESH laugh heartily.

Schoolboy donning dress neatly,
His eyes sleepy, hair curly.
“As I will grow big,
I will see movies many,
I will roam through day,
And would be free from teacher’s tyranny.”
Tomorrow I will be happy,
Hearing HITESH laugh heartily.

Teenager sporting T-shirt trendy,
His eyes dreamy, hair lengthy.
“As I have gone grown big,
I will have girl friends many,
Soon completing boring study,
Would have job early and marry promptly.”
Tomorrow I will be happy,
Hearing HITESH laugh heartily.

Worried man wearing suit perfectly,
His hair receding, eyes weary.
“Soon my son will grow big,
After building his career brilliantly,
He would earn money plenty,
And would fulfilled my dreams many.”
Tomorrow I will be happy,
Hearing HITESH laugh heartily.

Old man wearing clothes dirty,
His vision dimly, hair silvery.
“Now I have grown old,
Fate has made joke cruelly,
Soon completing life sickly,
Will die and free from misery.”
In next life I will be happy,
Hearing HITESH weep heartily.