Pak Tea House

One in combination of blue with straight hair
The other draws her picture in search,
For objects of life, around her and its sounds
The other in rainbow colours, with curly hair
As the animals come into existence- alive
With elaborations by hands and gestures
The rainbow colour, says through expressions
Close to their mountain, as both play
As eyes shifts its gaze from one corner
To another, as the view unfolds
The one with curls, with flowers on her skin
As butterflies invite them to play
blue with her elephants and learning alphabets
with dinosaurs and her language broken
as life pours out innocence from their eyes
on the movement, the caravan of colour
daggers are the pencils in their hands
as the paper turn into planes,
as pictures turn into animals
in air, the rainbow and hands that join
in appreciation, and in fury for more
as circles and squares transform
caricatures of hands, as we stare!

Kashkin