HITSUZEN

There lived a boy,
His heart full of joy ;
Creativity yet to deploy.

For the crafts he made
He never wanted to be paid.

Skinny tiny kid beaten up everyday,
Remorse for his heart, tanned.

But a voice from within,
“Don’t hurt them back in any way!”.

Self centered in every way Soon he realized It was not okay,
Oh he used to sleep a lot !   did he say?

But something changed he used to say,
He fell for somethings in some way.

Dreams shattered with a blindfolded deceit,
Privacy and space he didn’t receive.

 Grudge in his heart;

He used to share  what he used to fear,
Amongst all the tears
He learnt to face his fears.

Time changed everything but not his stubbornness;
For he couldn’t care less,
That he was a mess.

Some called him a Treasure for his skills
But no-one cared what he feels.

Everyday in Everyway ,
The Inner voice can be heard again.
But Its not repeating itself;
Perhaps there was something far more  noble about him.

How bold, He’d not let go!
Charging against the flow,
He’d not let go!.
 
                                                      -Snehasish Roy