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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

Empty Basket

All she had was an empty basket..
She could fill it with stones..
Or fill it with bones..
But she wanted to fill it with ..
All the thing that she owns .
Looking up to the stars..
And then her empty basket.
Stood falling all over..
From an empty casket.
Voices traveling through thin air.
She could feel the chilly tear.
And then as a thread crumpled from her dress.
Through the winds she tread for a bread in her basket.
There were few crumbs..
As she closely brushed with her thumb.
Her skin went thin..
While tasting curry dripping up to her chin.
Dreaming was she with open eyes..
Probably her face would now chase away flies.
Laughing as she walked past a glass door..
A girl licked an ice cream which she couldn’t ignore.
She did have a half bread from an apple store..
Tugged it out did someone just shout her name.
Whoever it was she wished for a family to claim.
From the ice cream store marched the girl..
All over the sidewalk an essence did twirl.
Stopped while peeping at her basket..
She ate her bread and smiled as she hid it away.
*dedicated to the little ones who go hungry to bed , life is all but a struggle for the tiniest bread.

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