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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

Future

You can very well..
Be a queen.
But try following the unseen.
You can very well..
Dance in sync..
But try reverting steps while you think.
You can very well..
Conquer it all.
But still a pile of questions stand tall.
You can very well..
Force happiness.
But try finding the fearless.
You can very well..
Promise freedom..
But try changing what they have become.
Don’t you mock yourself..
Behind the walking shelf.
Bring down the guards..
Throw the pointing darts.
And close out the thoughts..
That refuse depart.
You can very well..
Make them stand for you.
But the difference is when they sing
For you with all their heart.
Become their word to win their start..
Become their chord to ink their art..
Become their bird that flew higher …
Become their eyes that never got drier..
A heart wrenching cheer..
A commemorating prayer..
Embrace as it becomes..
The Future.

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