Thin as a stick
A child so brave
Piles up bricks
For food he craves
***** torn t-shirt
With a quarter pants
He seems quite hurt
As he plays with ants
He works to feed
With what he earns
Little boy weeds
In the sun, he burns
With face turned red
He strives his best
Lives in a strawshed
He hardly has his rest
At the age of ten
His family got killed
Ever since then
His never been healed
Now, his sixteen
Well built and tall
A learner so keen
He's learnt it all
Time flew with work
Night spent on study
Ears closed on mock
He was almost ready
Ambitious and smart
Graduated in toppers list
Now his real life starts
On a good salary, he sits...
©sim
Aug 15, 2017
Aug 15, 2017 at 1:53 AM UTC
Thin as a stick
A child so brave
Piles up bricks
For food he craves
***** torn t-shirt
With a quarter pants
He seems quite hurt
As he plays with ants
He works to feed
With what he earns
Little boy weeds
In the sun, he burns
With face turned red
He strives his best
Lives in a strawshed
He hardly has his rest
At the age of ten
His family got killed
Ever since then
His never been healed
Now, his sixteen
Well built and tall
A learner so keen
He's learnt it all
Time flew with work
Night spent on study
Ears closed on mock
He was almost ready
Ambitious and smart
Graduated in toppers list
Now his real life starts
On a good salary, he sits...
©sim
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