Ashwin S R Karande

Lost Boy






a boy once lost,
has found his way.
he was home,
but still a stray.

shadows he savored,
never the light of day.
he yearned for inner peace,
but did he say?

he was a lonely needle,
in a stack of hay.
desperate to be found,
all he could do is pray.

to captain a sinking ship,
he did all he may.
in a treacherous world of scavengers,
he was everything but a prey.

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