Under the banyan tree

Dark sky, yet so blue,
Flashes of sunlight, that pierce through,
My heart is clouded, my vision too,
under the banyan tree.

I've been here as a child,
when happiness was true and wild,
but now it seems a little bleak,
under the banyan tree.

We used to come here, she and I,
to play, to sing, to fight, to cry,
but now there ain't no one to sing,
under the banyan tree.

Life moves on, in a flash,
too many woes and cares to stash,
but all still stands quite still and free,
under this banyan tree.

-AJ

The child of the sewers

Hair undone, dry and brown,
a voice so mature - her own.
The child of the sewers looks on.

The cars whiz past, she wonders where,
she hopes some day she can head there.
The child of the sewers looks on.

She asks for money, so she can eat,
but the eyes in the cars don't see.
The child of the sewers looks on.

They curse her when she touches them,
and close their windows when she comes.
The child of the sewers looks on.

She sits under a tree, it's raining today,
they dont see her, there's nothing to say.
The child of the sewer looks on.

They have plenty and yet have naught,
The heart is empty, but they know it not.
The child of the sewer looks on.

-AJ