The Loss

The Loss

A heart full of hate

And eyes filled with tears

As they have snatched 

All that he have

He stood there sulking

Breathing heavily and cursing

His loss was heavy

But acknowledged by none

His house was near

But no intention to return

Thinking why the world is cruel

Unjust and dark

And then someone came

To lend a helping hand

May be he will understand

His enormous pain

He told him the story

In all good faith

Trusting the person

Hoping to get it back

And the man laughed at him

Told him to go back home

You are just a little child

And that was just a little pebble

He ruffled his hairs

Saying now you are good

And he walked away smiling

Leaving the boy standing confused