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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

Happening


It's hard as they
Don't know what's
Happening
It's hard that they
Have to know 
All of a sudden
That's happening
Because it is happening 
To them
Their soul
Their body and minds
Just reality
Isn't eating dry crumbs of 
Bread from the floor
But fighting for every
Single crumb attained

I want to go home
But where is home
As the person 
Who brought me up
Just gave up on me
And couldn't see
That I will not be free anymore

A touch isn't soothing
That touch just breaks 
Them further into pieces
Repeating it all
Over in their dreams
How will they forget
When there's little
That's left of them..
That still craves
Childhood

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