The Boy

I tossed and turned all night
I wasn't like this all the time
I was a boy sometime
I look at him as he now
I saw his eyes tonight and
saw him still chasing fireflies.

I remember he had a bed
by a wall
a cool wall even in summers
at any given time
he would want some reassurance or some coolness
he would melt in to that wall
and sleep
It was green in colour.

The wall promised him fun
and next morning he would get up
after dreaming his dreams
in the evenings by the wall
he
laughed and played around
he saw a lot of fireflies
across the wall
who would appear
and disappear
with a blink
or they would turn to different colorful flowers
just like that.

I have a wish
a wish that I could hug him
just one last time
or probably answer a question
that
why the hell
I did not hug his soul
the last time I saw him
Did I think at that time
that he would never vanish
did I.

Is he dead?

The bed is now ashes
and the wall may be some
rubble and mud

No I think not
that he is dead

the boy
he should be in his jungle
still chasing fireflies.

No I think not
that he is dead

NO

I wasn't a man
always
I was a boy
by the wall
dreaming my dreams
by the green wall.