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The Boy
Besides the water I strolled,
Bubbles streaming and glowing.
As happiest by earth I was adored,
Emotional wind in my mind blowing.
And I took the road by,
And saw two street lamps.
I looked up to the mighty sky,
Poor lying in their unofficial camps.
Their tents weary as bad,
as nothing else could be.
I was completely sad,
Worn clothes everywhere to see.
Then my eyes caught,
A sad boy near.
The happiest man was bought,
Penniless account cleared.
Nothing he had but,
A smile of satisfaction.
My thoughts were cut,
Nothing but still perfection.
I was in state of shock,
And crossed the road.
I thought as I kicked a rock,
I have darkness in daylight broad.
When I came home the night,
In bed sad and sleepless.
I had everything right,
That indeed was the mess.
Whenever I sleep friends,
or try to do so.
I saw his helpless hands,
In front of what I bow.
I made my life deadly,
With luxury and comforts.
and finding love sadly,
The pain still hurts.
And one day God,
will ask me my good deeds.
I will say standing in his abode,
Hell is for sure I need.
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