the boy with the green eyes

Walking down the road, a tyre came rolling on the road,
His green eyes stuck on it, His feet planting prints on the road
With a stick in the hand, riding on the back of the wheel
The sky slit opens her heart and the rain came pouring down
Umbrellas scattered on the road, he kept running behind the tyre
Wearing fragrance of mud,the tyre danced around his waist
his feet rooted in the puddle, he spread his hands and hugged the rain
Aroma of corn cobs filled his nostrils, His green eyes started searching for the bhutta walla
He stood ,with no penny in his pocket,staring at the people munching
The boy with the green eyes smiled and walked back with the tyre in his hand
with the aroma of corncobs surrounding his nostrils...