One day, the rose spilled blood,
And the milk spilled water.
And the sun took a course,
Anon but well trodden.
Two boys growing old,
In the summer shine played catch.
They threw the ball into the air,
To let it not drop back.
The ball it rolled once dropped,
Into the gutter by the side of the street.
It rolled ever to surrender,
To gravity and to friction, unlike a parakeet.
The boys took chase, after the ball,
To catch him before he went underground.
For if he fell into the drain.
They would spoil their life to bring him to air.
But, the ball just rolled,
Over the small clefts, opened to let
The water in, on a rainy day.
But, today the wind blew, and the
Sun groaned, so there was nothing
Except the smell of fresh air.
The ball rolled over to
The side street, bouncing on a little
Piece of stone. The bounce ever getting
Bigger and bigger, till it bounced
Onto the road. And it joined
The neighbor's streets where no children played.
For, from dawn till dusk, here only
The vehicles of men ever strayed.
The kids were tireless, they chased the ball,
Into the street filled with noise,
One car dodged, so did another and
Another finally hit the ball.
And the milk spilled water.
And the sun took a course,
Anon but well trodden.
Two boys growing old,
In the summer shine played catch.
They threw the ball into the air,
To let it not drop back.
The ball it rolled once dropped,
Into the gutter by the side of the street.
It rolled ever to surrender,
To gravity and to friction, unlike a parakeet.
The boys took chase, after the ball,
To catch him before he went underground.
For if he fell into the drain.
They would spoil their life to bring him to air.
But, the ball just rolled,
Over the small clefts, opened to let
The water in, on a rainy day.
But, today the wind blew, and the
Sun groaned, so there was nothing
Except the smell of fresh air.
The ball rolled over to
The side street, bouncing on a little
Piece of stone. The bounce ever getting
Bigger and bigger, till it bounced
Onto the road. And it joined
The neighbor's streets where no children played.
For, from dawn till dusk, here only
The vehicles of men ever strayed.
The kids were tireless, they chased the ball,
Into the street filled with noise,
One car dodged, so did another and
Another finally hit the ball.
The ball rolled towards the kids
Now deflected off from its sight.
The kid stood still, to
Hold the ball, unless it again
Got away from sight.
Some man driving a car seeing a map,
Crossed the road, seeing no evil deed.
But, he soon hit a kid, falling down
To his knees, in the middle of the street.
The man climbed down, and looked at the child,
It seemed horrific enough to forget.
Everyone cried, from men to women and dogs.
And the sight is still fresh in their minds.
And the kid was buried, under the stone walls,
Surmounting all kings of old.
The kid died with innocence unsurpassed by any,
But died with no cause of gold.
And the man who hit the kid,
Sees no map while driving today, as
He crosses the road, he hits
Another kid catching the same ball.
The people gather to see what happened,
And see the news, "A kid dies in an accident"
In his hands, in fonts of bold!
Now deflected off from its sight.
The kid stood still, to
Hold the ball, unless it again
Got away from sight.
Some man driving a car seeing a map,
Crossed the road, seeing no evil deed.
But, he soon hit a kid, falling down
To his knees, in the middle of the street.
The man climbed down, and looked at the child,
It seemed horrific enough to forget.
Everyone cried, from men to women and dogs.
And the sight is still fresh in their minds.
And the kid was buried, under the stone walls,
Surmounting all kings of old.
The kid died with innocence unsurpassed by any,
But died with no cause of gold.
And the man who hit the kid,
Sees no map while driving today, as
He crosses the road, he hits
Another kid catching the same ball.
The people gather to see what happened,
And see the news, "A kid dies in an accident"
In his hands, in fonts of bold!
-- Mohan
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