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A Boy Who Touched The Sky

sand and mud splattered on his dud he watches his shoes sinking deeper in pool a stone  at sight he doesn't want  to fight but that seems the only way to keep him cool he thrashes and there goes the stool flying through the sky a story to boast about as birds don't lie the crying soul went dashing  through the door calling foul roaring back  comes a clutter for a boy  the success matters so he gathers his wet shoes and tries to adjust the  stance forgetting the simple fact of he didn't  stand a chance and with a dance or two he runs like a fool towards the old school  with the thought  of ghosts playing dust off while his feet had started to give up rolling  over the grass bed his breath wide spread  a dragon cloud soaring high flew right amidst the floating sky the bird waved him slight  flying to go out of sight he had lost and found his try  beyond the mighty sky while fresh droplets  felt on his face  ended up the chase  rain had  made the dragon cloud to surrender a dr

Self Esteem





There were streets full of people,
Rushing towards me.
As I gaped into the crowd,
But not a single one looking at me.

There were streaks of laughter,
Piling on me.
As I tried shutting my ears,
While I sat there wiping my tears.

There was a push and a grunt,
Letting me go.
As I forced myself,
Avoiding the violent stunt.

There was a wave of darkness,
Floating right in front.
As I encountered astonished,
Never attempted hiding embarrass.

There was truth which tasted like filth,
A sheath covered but showed naked.
As I stood misunderstood,
Unable to climb up or intrude.

There was faith which mislead,
A courage to be dealt.
As I stared at the crescent,
Holding on to the impatient.

There was a final drop,
Which gleamed.
As I retraced my steps,
Taking the whiff of the remaining self esteem.




Thoughts by -
Pratiksha Misra.








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