MATURED INNOCENCE

Down the street lived a boy named Ramu.
All of seven,but was brave,
Tall for his age,dark and skinny,
big round eyes,and laughed very funny.

Innocence filled his eyes,
and laughter drenched in purity.
Day and night,he worked at a dhaba,
to make a living for his family.

With clothes rugged and dirty,
Ramu cleaned tables,Ramu washed plates,
Ramu served food,that tasted very good.
He never got to eat much,and his master was rude,
he never complained,though people were shrewd.
Ramu loved to sing,Ramu loved to dance.
He watched kids go to school,he played with stones,and they at the pool.

I once asked him "oye!don't you also want to study?"
he smiled and said "one day i will Didi!Life is full of twists,turns and surprises!"

A gas cylinder blasted at the dhaba the next day,
What games the Gods play!
Many died,and Ramu lost both his hands.

Looking at him,my eyes started watering,
I hugged him,"Ramu,how did this happen to you?",I asked crying.
He looked at me and smiled."Don't worry Didi,this is life,and it is full of twists,turns and surprises!"
And I just cried more.