Where are THEY?

Oh where are those valets and mughalai servants...where are the mausis who shroud us victims from our fathers and mothers...where are the next door boys who enable us to run from the woman whose pots we spilled and where are those farm boys who would teach us that clean dirt exist....i miss them as i have not much common with them...their habit is my anxiety and their curiousity is my fear...i see them big and brawnish and me as a puddle of wet sand ever to be displaced by new ideas...they are walls who defend and i am the water looking for the cracks and shimmer and sparkle in the suns glory, as i reappear on the other side...Oh where are they i wail..and i smile...they are just around the corner dear boy, they are just around the corner...do not go there as the sparkling sun in here burns you there and u will vaporise while walls stand... because they are made me to stand and burn... while i am made to crawl and shine...