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.

Ayush

16-04-2018

 

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