Nursery
July 29, 2008The bold faced letters emblazoned outside
the violet-green dinosaur waving its hands to and fro.
The child stares at the walls painted with rainbow colors,
butterflies, lions, houses and what not.
He averts his gaze and looks at the toys
he has in his hands
the toy car and the toy soldier.
He wears baby Gap on top of his brown skin,
his big brown eyes stares at the expanse
of darkness covered in the dust.
He looks around and sees blotches of paint
white, yellow, red, brown
wearing clothes splashed splashed onto an empty canvas
surrounded by a mixture of perfumed fragments of glass.
He stares at one of the empty faces.
He sees a face with eyes, ears, nose, and a mouth.
He reaches out for it and tries to touch it with its small hands.
The face stares at him blankly.
He sees a voice overhead.
He turns his head and sees nothing.
He looks up at the ceiling, the light momentarily blinds him.
He sees the white paint silent with all its splendor.
He hears the voice again.
He feels two hands clasping him at the sides whisking him away.
He wails and throws a fit, he claws and scratches
towards the direction of the voice.
he rips his clothes out of frustration
not being able to inflict pain on the voice.
The voice sings a song—a lullaby.
The song danced on his mind easing him to dream.
He is sound asleep, dreaming of eternity.
