Poetry - One Day I saw it

 

One  Day I saw it

In the busy Camac street
I saw a little Child last week
He alighted from a big bright car
And wanted to eat an iceceam bar
As he put his tongue to lick
The icecream came off the stick
The mother abstained the child
from picking the icecream
It is unhygenic,unhealthy.
She asked the parlor vendor
To give a better flavor
Something unique something special
The Child choose  one
Of the available twenty  one
       There ran a street urchin
       Picked up the discarded cone carefully
       Licked the cone with dusted topping
       Thanked God from his hearts core
       Relished the taste with  glee
       For it was the first one ever had he.

- Pankaj Mala