I Have Hurt Him Poem by lalitha iyer

He is hurt
my little boy
he drew four pieces
of drawings
to me he showed
and to me he said
mummy mine say all r fine
i looked upon the lovely ones
they were sketched very well lined
but the one that lied in the corner
there he did not apply
his limbs rather lazy
brains rather crazy
it was the one last
no colours was in it lost
somewhere the mind wandered
and the painting totally ended
making no effect
on the mind's target
i had two options
either to speak of ranks
or go for the listless bank
i wished him future
and pressed that needs mature
he was hurt
his heart rolled down
tears of grief
turned around
paging new leaf
I found him next
drawing all fixed
a newer life
bright and nice.