That small restless kiddo! Overheard, shouted "Just nine" Waited for the months to end Till August things were fine. It didn't bother him till eight, September was his favorite... The ninth month on calendar Waited forever to savor it! He was waiting, he is still...but The wait became too long, He waited, danced on one leg, Sobbed, singing his favorite song! The last date was the best, He thought! Moulding the clay, The form he made, of a face... Much like a mask, it'd stay! He painted few drops, with blue A little real, a little messed up. Blue being the fear, he trembled Dropped the paint, it no more resembled! What was in front, still blurred his eyes He thought he'll manage the mistake, He was sure he'll twist the story, Mould it in his creative wake! He took the brush, made it all blue, Dropped the initial plan, thought, "Blue is the new you!" Still, with the heart he fought. Heart wanted few littl