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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

Tremble

I can see tears ..
But can do nothing.
I can see worries..
But can do nothing.
I can see fear of loss..
I can see smear of moss.
I can see rust..
Accumulated dust.
Giving up trust.
Sinking down to adjust.
But can do nothing.
I have been told to go on..
As no one waits alone.
I can see promises fall apart..
I can see kisses seeping through.
I can see love empty as ever..

I can see lies binding them over.
I can see tries that never got started..
I can see smiles that departed.
Anger has a new meaning.
Ego is self demeaning.
Pride is of nuisance.
It’s the ride of penance.
I can hear the grumble..
The inner mumble.
The gibberish fumble of adulthood.
That ..
It never pays back to be humble.
So cease the fake assemble.
And ease the tremble within.

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