My Little BoyA Poem by SouravStanding in the darkest corner of the street Counting the steps of the sun Hoping the light will flash again In my life, before this journey is done. There is no wandering moon in the sky Not a single star to see And my little boy is so scared Of darkness, he cries and shouts rather hopelessly. But he wants to move also, in search of the light Desperate enough to live Naïve enough to think Of the morn, as I sigh in despair and disbelief. Where the life has grown somewhat stale with me Empty hands have no dice to throw- Ahead lies the graveyard of buried hopes, Tell me my dear little boy - where you want to go! © 2014 SouravReviews
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Added on February 19, 2014Last Updated on March 7, 2014 Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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