A child sitting on a beach
Collecting shells
Collecting stones
Making a dream palace for himself
Child becomes a kid
Giving wings to his imagination
He draws, sketches n paints
Some landscapes, twilight n sunshine
Kid enters into adolescence
Busy in his peers
Bunks classes to play
Have bicycle races on roads
Watches first shows on Fridays
Life seems so easy
Everything happening for him
Step by step
Moving ahead on path of life
But now, he has grown enough
That, for his very important match
Instead of a coin
He tosses his heart in air
Without realizing, there’s no one to catch it back
Heart falls on the ground n shatters into pieces
Now, with his broken heart
Eyes wet as never before
He is all alone,
Collecting the broken pieces of his heart
Putting bandages on his wounds
Not knowing.....what's next???
6 comments:
wow...loved the way of writing, hte simple and subtle expressions...
"instead of a coin
tosses his heart in the air"
and thanks for your comments :)
thanks for the comment.......
hey dude... u rock in this poem... i told u so when u made me read it dat night... simply loved it...
btw, the child was a bit lucky... he gotta sit at d beach while he still was a child!!
thnks....n thats why,i think, evryone wants his childhood back...
awesome man... never knew you could write this good...!!
Thnks.....
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