sited under my grandmother’s granary,

cuddling with her cute black cat-riddled with fleas,

heavy and defiant mucus flowing freely from my nostrils,

retreating temporarily when I forced it back or when I flashed my hands across my nose-diverting the flow to my ear,

Then I would curl my toes,

stare at the wet skies,

and wonder about today.

All I wanted was,

A book and a pen,to draw and paint,

Dextrosal to lick from my tiny dirty hands,

A new pair of shoes and flowered socks,

and a horse to chase the rainbow,

A huge television with lot’s of mangoes and red fruits,

‘I will buy and break it,just to eat the fruits’,I always thought,

but that was then,

for today-yesterday’s future,

I worry about tomorrow,

especially when the rain pours loud,heavy and,
cold.