Wild Run Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

Runs the street urchin
In his eyes the rippling sky
From his strings soars high
A butterfly atop the green!

Not much of a past
There isn’t a road ahead
He runs in his abiding trust
On his hands’ winging thread!

Soar high and still higher
Bring me the sky’s hue
Shower my dreams in the air
Make me one with you!

Sees not the boy’s dancing eyes
The path that winds before him
He loves the butterflies’ swim
When with the winds they rise!

He prays the breeze forever blow
Of strings his hands are never empty
Till it kisses the heavenly glow
Sailing past the highest tree!

Fly high and still higher
Plant my dreams as you roam
At dusk when my eyes tire
Build me in the sky a home!