He is a good boy
\nImaginative
\nImpulsive
\nAnd at times
\nImpatient
\nBut
\nHe is a very good boy
\nHe will not care for any courtesy
\nWhy hang it on your window
\nWhen
\nYou have the courage to make love in the open
\nThat’s how
\nHe defines life
\nUnmindful of any rules
\nThat come in the way
\nOf growing cacti
\nIn the garden
\nOr flowers on the road
\nHe is a very good boy
\nHe is not sure
\nHe has a heart
\nThat is very pure
\nNever would wish
\nBad to any one
\nBut his mind
\nWeaves a carpet of threads
\nThat are unhinged from long past
\nWorn-out
\nSoiled
\nFaded
\nBut threads of a past
\nSome real
\nSome fake
\nHe is
\na very good boy
\nHe loves his ma
\nLike no one would ever do
\nAfter a long time
\nHe has begun
\nTo dig the nursery
\nTo sow the seedlings
\nParsley
\nAnd tulips
\nWill he grow tulip
\nOn the traffic lighting don’t know
\nTime will show
\nHe is concerned
\nAbout the woes of the world
\nHe cares too much
\nFor the authentic witness
\nOf the judgment
\nThat will be passed every day
\nAnd was passed earlier too
\nWhen he threw away the
\nFrisbee in the bush
\nAnd hid the jewels behind the cupboard
\nIt didnt matter
\nWhat was done
\nIt didn’t matter what was said
\nIt didn’t matter what was lost
\nIt didn’t matter
\nWho was hurt
\nHe moved on
\nBut didn’t
\nHe comes back again and again
\nTo that self
\nWhen he wrote a book
\nBlaming someone
\nWhose love he didn’t understand
\nBut that is ok
\nHe is a very good boy
\nStill
\nA Very good boy
\nNo matter
\nHow does he get entangled
\nIn politics of whose unsettled battles
\nHe is wasted sometimes a bit by bit
\nBut he can regrow
\nEvery cell of the tissue
\nLike menopausal blood
\nOf his mother
\nHe loves regrowth
\nNo matter of cacti in garden
\nAnd roses on the highway
\nHe does not care
\nCars burying the petals don’t scare
\nHe is a brave boy
\nHe is a very good boy<\/p>\n
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