i think of triangular homes
n i wish i could paint them all black with a small little yellow aperture
the windows would be the doors and the door would be a wall.
but perhaps circular balls would be better homes
i would keep rolling inside them
i would make the door from boulders and the walls from wood.
how nice it would be if i could live atop a tree in a nest
and watch the incessant games the clouds plays with the sun
square earth and triangular sun.
oh i wish i had 3 eyes atleast
so that i can snap at someone making fun of me at my back
wudn't it be lovely...
oh n how adventorous it would be if we all lived under-earth rather than on the surface
all those secret alleys and hidden dungeons
n if my ears would have been sharp to hear the rustling of leaves above us on the earth-surface
see, again the child is back with her vivid imagination.
