That small restless kiddo!
Overheard, shouted "Just nine"
Waited for the months to end
Till August things were fine.
It didn't bother him till eight,
September was his favorite...
The ninth month on calendar
Waited forever to savor it!
He was waiting, he is still...but
The wait became too long,
He waited, danced on one leg,
Sobbed, singing his favorite song!
The last date was the best,
He thought! Moulding the clay,
The form he made, of a face...
Much like a mask, it'd stay!
He painted few drops, with blue
A little real, a little messed up.
Blue being the fear, he trembled
Dropped the paint, it no more resembled!
What was in front, still blurred his eyes
He thought he'll manage the mistake,
He was sure he'll twist the story,
Mould it in his creative wake!
He took the brush, made it all blue,
Dropped the initial plan, thought,
"Blue is the new you!"
Still, with the heart he fought.
Heart wanted few little drops,
But what he got was more than his share,
He doesn't know how to keep it...
Moments like these are utter rare!
He wanted to smile for his cohorts,
People who found solace in him.
Although that mask he wore is blue,
The sky is full of stars soo dim!