It was seen in his eyes
Little ones
Like those black pebbles
Under the spring
Of his childhood summer

It is seen again
In his smiles
Like a hawk from the west
Exuberant smile
Unlike his usual lazy smirk

Shy,he was years back
An anxious kid fearful
A chunk of ice
Liquifing itself
Afraid and hiding

Shy,he walks this monsoon
Drenched in rain
No longer afraid
He is walking with a rose
Shy,No fear or a tear
As the rain reigns
He is shy all over again
                --Kris