Ambitions......

Ambitions

I made a castle of pillows,

Sat on the throne, like a King.

But Sahib slapped me and yelled,

For the flower vases I didn’t clean.

The son comes in the big yellow bus,

With a bag full of colourful books.

I don’t want to clean the floors or windows,

But to walk like them in most expensive suits.

Maybe one day I will go to a school,

To become a lawyer or a pilot.

My mother would smile from the heaven

Or in the photo, which i keep in my pocket.

I still remember my beautiful dream,

A big castle of pillows, I am the King.

Smile on my face and eyes in search

of the boy who once cleaned some dirty vases.

~ Ashutosh Mishra