That Kid Poem by Krishna Baalu

That Kid



Legs dragging in the air
Eyes blurring in the twilight
Senses numbing in the game

What is the beginning where is the end
Pain and Pleasure
Which is sensing these

We cry in pain; we cry in joy
Tears in eyes, when pain in boils
Tears in eyes, when pleasure in groin

Space and time
Pleasure and pain

Joy Sticks playing the game
In the hands of that KID?

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