By Tanisha Sanvi
There was this boy,
With a golden heart.
He was the smartest
and full of life
His mother, she loved him
Atleast that is what it seemed
Till he made one mistake
'You are worthless
Worse that dead'
His mother, she said
It was then
The boy, he realised
His hardwork, it was nothing
His glorious glory
It was just for a show
He tried harder and
the harder he tried
The more tired he got
But the terror was
Way too bigger
And rest was not
Worth the shot
All the other kids
Oh! How joyfully they played
And called the boy to do the same
But the boy
He was trapped in his own chains
“Oh boy!
Would you not come out with your toy?”
But all he could do was lie
“My dear mother
She is sick”
For he knew, if he did not
He would be beaten with sticks
He flew out some paper planes
To tell others that inside he is dying
But despite his efforts
No one could or would care
About his cryings
One night
Frustated with his life
He ran out of that house
His mother, she cried
“Catch that dirty mouse!”
He ran up the stairs
And jumped up to the railing
Behind he could hear
His mother’s wailing
“Stop or else-”
He screamed out loud
For the world to hear
“Or else what?
From now on, it is you I no longer fear”
He said
“Please do shout!
But I don’t care
Tonight is my night!
Tonight I will finally attain my happiness back!
Tonight I will fly”
Hearing this his mother let out a cry
“Please don’t boy!
Forgive the sins that made I”
But it was too late
He already took the leap
Leaving the devil to weep.
Soon, the angels he joined
And watched over the demon
That stole his joy
That made him cry
The very reason he lied
The very reason he died
By Tanisha Sanvi
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