DREAMS

The sky shimmered

Danced and glimmered

 Bracing up to welcome the triumphant boy

 As he travelled up and up on cloud nine

 Or was it cloud ten?

Surrounded by beaming women and guffawing men

He had unleashed a miracle by the power of his pen

 There was laughing and kissing

 Feasting and gourmandizing

Up and up he travelled, head in air

Heartened by an accomplishment rare

Didn’t he deserve every moment of this joy

This high scoring boy?

Ninety percent was no mean feat

So upward sailed the boy with joy replete

Thumping vigorous fists in the air.

Tiny sparks

Like dying hope flickered

From the pathetic little furnace outside the patch work shack

Where sat a boy, a tiny shoe shine boy, poorly knickered.

A heart heavy with sighs

Dreams in his eyes

 The wind whispered a consolation

 Whipping him with nine or maybe ten lashes.

A truck trundled past, and enveloped the shoe shine boy in a cloud of dust.

Ah, he had to finish his work- that he must.

He looked up at the skies. Rubbed away the dreams from his eyes.

He had always given hundred percent to his work.

Maybe in some corner celebration did lurk?

But alas, his dreams paled

Before the dreams of the boy who on cloud nine merrily sailed.

Invisible and desolate, lost to the world

 In concentration, his lips he curled.

With forehead creased, in the job he immersed.  

But lo and behold, the invisible boy suddenly became visible in the gleam

 Of the shoe that he had polished.

Ah thus was realized another dream

  Someone had after all heard his anguished scream.

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