Senseless scribbles

Clover

There lived a little boy.
In an unknown village -
- its name was forgotten along the time as it was never of any use.
And his proud possession was his
mini world that grew in a thatched coconut shell (also his colorful soda caps)
which he discovered near the garbage
of his school backyard
The lush green, tiny sprouts emerging from the half broken brown globe.
He carried it home, cautiously making sure the life system was intact and undamaged.
Every evening after returning from farm,
he used watered it and fed grains believing there lived tiny creatures which would
grow very soon.
And check every night if there
was a flower blooming.

This replaced his old routine
of searching tonic caps
(an integral accessory of his rubber band powered tanker)
This went on for a few weeks,
There was a secret reason why he waited
for a flower in his own world to bloom - 
He promised himself, the day he sees a flower
his uncle would return from the city
with plenty of toys and two return tickets to visit Asia's largest beach. But
his summer vacations were nearing to end
Yet he never lost hope, his to be lucky charm
- the mini world was greener than ever,
over populated and encroaching.
And the last evening of the vacations
the boy tired from binding his new books,
went to sleep early, dissappointed
without realizing his mini world
was of made of weed and dying clovers.

- Lohithaksha