Little Robert
Little Robert thought one day,
The captive life must end.
Daddy always keeps a say,
Books are better than a friend.
He has always dreamt a world,
Where green leas painted days.
Where butterflies flew unfurled,
Through those rainbow rays.
He has seen his dragon mates,
Galloping though the woods.
Their painted bods had diverse frets,
Which changes with their moods.
He had played with falcon's wings,
Flew a thousand miles.
He has seen those cloudy rings,
Sharing waves of smiles.
The grasses spoke to all the trees,
How sunlight peeps a mile.
He has heard these withering leas,
And seen their phoney smile.
Robert always felt a call,
A call to the unspoken world.
A call that drives him to the hall,
Where souls are left uncurled.
One fine day, he made a plan,
A plan to head for the hills.
Where no daddy with his ban,
Can make him run the drills.
He will live a peaceful day,
With dreams he felt so true.
Little Robert saw the way,
Which will lead him through.
All in a while he heard a voice,
Someone called him up.
Little Robert had no choice,
He took his medicine cup.
His little eyes had chains of pearls,
Rolling down the face.
Little Robert could see the curls,
Of his broken days.
