Comrade
His exquisite aura
only the few who met him
could recognize
walking next to me
in the busy path of the park
new mother tenderly pushed
the stroller with her baby
who cried as if singing
a future tune, sun warmed
the mother’s dress
loosened freely falling and
covering her baby bump
two months after childbirth
breeze blew softly on her
face and the stroller’s curtain
my buddy and I were having
our regular afternoon stroll when
suddenly a four year old boy
stopped his bicycle in front of us
as if he wanted to say something
and my comrade who, a fate’s wish
you could say, let his glance dive
deep in the eyes of the boy
no word was uttered
neither from my buddy
nor from the four year old
who mesmerized looked at him
magnetized by his eyes
from which tears stared flowing
and I, upon seeing his tears, wondered
what happened when my friend,
guessing my thought, stopped
touched my hand and said
one day even this innocence
will be defiled by the system
Mayanaam
vequinox
Manolis 