Middle of the night
When a star burns in the sky
A street child not sleep yet
with the infested scabies
And he counts slowly
One, two, three and four etc.,
Gazing at the far away building
He thinks deeply!
When he enrolls that College
To count all the stars quickly
And do they ask my runaway parents immediately?
*To Mr.M.F.Hussain (1915-2011) Picasso of India who passed away on 9th, Thursday, June in a London Hospital.He was 95 and may his soul be a painting in the sky!
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