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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

Uneven

When I look out of the window,
They talk to me and tell me about their day..
I keep on complaining,
While they keep saying how it's much better..
To strive..
In an uneven way,

For them their season is over,
Changing color as they have started to fade away..
But even when that's happening,
They are happy..
And don't even utter it once,
That they dislike the array...
Or pleading even once that they wish if they could stay...

Nothing Stays The Same Forever....

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