I saw very little ahead of me
I just saw what had to be done everyday
In the school,in the play ground,in the house and in the kitchen
To study,to play,to fight,to argue and to clean and wash my house
I saw nothing and I heard nothing beyond the words that I heard or that I spoke.
I lived like a machine and I liked them,the machines,their grinding and deafening sounds.
I liked to hear the sounds of the bullets fired in the sky,the fighter jets conducting air raids overhead.
I used to get thrilled seeing people running with gleaming steel swords at each other.
I liked the coaching that I got in fighting and in drawing.
But I never could enter an army where I went nor did I become some artist.
Cause I saw very little of what I could be.
I saw very little of what I should be.
It was a dream city where I lived and
I haven't grown any further than what I was
When I left it a quarter of a century back
Some call me a wall,some a machine and others a rock
But I never could see what they meant
I am not the wall,but
There is a wall that separates them from me
There is a machine in me cause
I loved them more, when boys were chasing girls
I was racing and chasing toy cars and buses
And building aircrafts and sailing them in air
I still see nothing ahead of me but
machines and concrete buildings stretching as far as I can see
And thats all how far I can see
I do not see months,years or weeks ahead of me,but just
A few moments or a day ahead of me.
I like spades.I used it with my hands and I am not shy of calling it
So,to others.