He sits in the corner,gazing outside the window,
At the blue sky and the yellow fields,
That stretch beyond limit,
As a thing wise,of old times.

A voice calls out for him,asking him to.
Do what he never meant to seek.
To acqire knowledge from the yellow dirty pages,
To shut himself away from the real world.

He gazes longingly at the vast expanse,
Of wisdom and knowledge.waiting for him,
But he cant seem to stretch his hand,to touch and feel,
Even for a second-and feel free.

Instead,he awaits in his now dark room-impending darkness.
He slowly awaits his gloom,for he is asked to do what he never wanted to,
He weeps quietly as the blows land thick upon him,
His tears making pools,like the blue-green pond,beyond his greens.

And now as many days have passed between then and now,
He is no longer the sad beggarly child he was..
He grew up believing what the world taught him,
And now as an old man of 60,

Having worked in a 4*4 all his life long,
He is now what the world calls a `learned man`
But only he himself knows,how empty he is from within,
How little he knows of this great creation of gods.

He speaks to himself,whispering how he could have changed his life,
How he could have tasted the different tastes of this world,
How he could have enlighted his seemingly dark life
If only he had stretched his arms a little longer…
If only he had dreamed a little bigger.