Hello everyone! Another poem for you. I have decided to be regular with my poems. This has penned down just right now. I hope you guys would understand it. It is open for you guys to read.
I MET A BOY WHO CAME LAST
I met a boy
Who came last.
His hands were old and eyes new
His mind was churned and
So did his dreams
He had lost
Fighting the old battles,
His pockets were empty
In repaying his ancestors’ debt.
He was the runner
Who came last.
He desired
No more than a penny
He craved for
Nothing more than a grain.
He cried
No more than regret.
He smiled
No more than a pain.
He laughed no more than a grin
He did no more than a sin.
He feared no more than his past
He came no more than the last.
He studied
From the life
Gaining experiences as grades
He prepared for test
Everyday
To repay his old debts.
On some day he was a pedestrian
On another he cleared the garbage
On some day he laughed
On another he cried with marvel.
His school was no more than a footpath
His name was no more than a surname
He studied no more than lives
He was left no more with any shame.
He feared no more than his past
He came no more than the last.
I met a boy who
Came last.
16-04-2018
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