Seeing what..? — — faris rasul
See the ragged child, rubbed against, made a mock of. See the child running on skates, batting so sleekly on a pitch, so heeded. See a stuttering child, running colloquial with his words, making sense out of his place. See the child writing well, reading Dickens, going bloated with that cockney accent. See the child wanting to run wild, weed out moles off the tread, staring at the fast-paced cars. See the child escorted in a car, just washed; going for a play in the court, with his chums of the same age. See the child thinking of not muddying the shirt, and taking home, some rupees for the home, though unwillingly. See the child thinking a lot, see the child making fun, see the child being nothing, see the child being something.