Maybe...

There was a boy.
playing with a toy.
It was all joy.
He was a happy boy.

There was a man
He had not a toy
There was no joy
Where was the happy boy?

There was this old man
On him, fell a fan
He was on his death-bed
And he realised all his life was a toy.
So why was there no joy?
'Coz he took it too seriously?
Why could he not stop,
and look at it for a while
and play with this toy
so there could be joy
but maybe life was not all for joy
U cannot always be the same boy
Maybe there can't be joy all the time
Maybe, and maybe .... and he died.
( to be continued for ever and ever, maybe.... )

-- Karan Bathla