Written on: 29/10/2017
Once i used to be a person,
A person with Amateur thoughts.
Once i used to be infant,
Whose giggle used to give solace to all.
Once i used to be Thick-skinned,
A person who does not appear to be hurt.
Once i used to be charismatic,
A person who was lovable to all.
Once i used to be an escapist,
A person who always dream big.
But Now! Clouds are all around,
Now the thoughs turned to be wild.
Now the giggles turned to be Evil_laughs,
And that solace turned to be aggravate.
The Thick-skin turned to be numb,
And he became most Warped person.
That charismatic person is now appalling,
And Now he is loved by none.
Now the escapist became a realist,
And Now he does not dream at all.
Now his innocence is taken away,
The light of his life has lost its way.
Oh!  Dear cruel world let him live,
Make him a way to dream again new.
The words are not enough to express the grief,
He has been falling like a withered leaf.
Now that's a prayer from core of my heart,
Let him be what he used to be.
-Shahid Meer