I tried to see around myself,
For a source of delight, a happy face,
Though all I saw was worn-out people,
No spark in the eye, No life in their pace.
Crowded streets, just crows in the sky,
No clouds too, it was all so dry,
Massive structures, rising beyond vision,
Nothing animate, as if on standby.
I vetoed the idea that joy is existent
Until near me a child strolled by,
Treasuring what he held in his heart,
Looking beyond what meets the eye.