The masked man would come to my window <br />but never crossed the grill to be inside <br />he seemed to fly while talking of tomorrow <br />what he spoke took me on a dark ride! <br /> <br />I see you child progressing to be a man <br />moving places running races knowing need <br />reaching farthest far and beyond till the span <br />feels too long and you're weary of the speed! <br /> <br />I see you child going on a long trek <br />falling down getting up roaming wild <br />find a heart make a home and then break <br />in that wilderness sob like a child! <br /> <br />I see you child wide awake in the night <br />burning for pride hollow vain <br />while flickers out the last candlelight <br />darkness drowns the gathered gain! <br /> <br />As my fever weighs heavy on eyes sleepless <br />the dawn seems mercilessly slow <br />I know what he meant by a child's progress <br />the masked man that came to my window!<br /><br />Pradip Chattopadhyay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-masked-man-3/
