The night was chill and calm.
I took refuge in my private music source
to bring myself out of a burgeoning bedlam.
There were big ugly frogs hiding in the pipelines,
scaring me and running a chill down my spine,
a petite beautiful lady chatting with her boyfriend,
construction workers returning from the day’s amends,
and, maintenance boys changing shifts after mends.
Farther from where I am,
a naive adamant kid was refusing to listen to a grownup kid.
After her repeated efforts, patience, and hurt,
she threw her hand, up in the air and broke down,
“Am I here to teach protocols to people?
Won’t it just listen and play with me?”
By now, I had walked closer to them.
The kid’s mother kindly said,
“The kid is still learning, or maybe,
it didn’t know that the lessons were supposed to be learnt.
Or maybe it wouldn’t just learn under you,
however nice you are.
Give up on the kid. It will find its way,
in due course.”