There was a boy…
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Loading ...There was a boy who wanted to love…
There was a boy who wanted to help people…
There was a boy who wanted to be there for his friends…
There was a boy who wanted to make the world go around the one he loved…
There was a boy who wanted success…
There was a boy who wanted to serve un-selfishly…
There was a boy who wanted to help…
There was a boy who wanted to be there for his loved one’s…
There was a boy who simply wanted support…
There was a boy who believed in goodness of people…
There was a boy who wanted to look at the inner human…
There was a boy who gave people second chances…
There was a boy who wanted to live to only sacrifice himself for others…
There was a boy who felt himself to be im-mortal…
Then suddenly , to teach him a lesson , life killed his inner self, one more thing , that boy was me.
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Nice poem born out of despair . A desparate cry for help.Soon the boy would grow up to be a man to fight what he believes for.Karmo mein adhikar tumahara,mat chinta kar kya phal milna hein–it is Geeta.Get up Argun and fight for your right.Be a driver of your life rath.
A very heart renting poem originally expressedgiving a strong desire to reach out to the poet and hug him.And tell him that—
to think positive is the essence of life.”I think I can.I think I can”- the chatting of “Little Engin That COuld” is the superb example,
would love to see a positive poem by you to give me some hope for future.
A very nice pathetic poem which compels one to hug the boy and remind him to see the bright sides also
To think positive is the essence of life.”Ithink I can.I think I can”- the chatting of “Little Engin That COuld” is the superb example,
would love to see a positive poem by you to give me some hope for future.
Adesperate cry for recognition.Everyone goes through the same thoughts at times, in life.
Anandavalli R Chandran
well, if it’s so,
i’m really really sorry for you. But don’t blame life for anything. if you let yourself get killed, it was your freewill, your choice, otherwise if you’re a true fighter, no matter whether you win or lose, don’t atleast give up in front of this world, not till your last breath.
life can do that to people…. nice people might turn nasty….. caring might become aloof….. don’t worry… u’ll find a reason to come full circle….
Can relate to the thoughts of this work….
the world can indeed be a crual atmosphere
showing the breath of dragons fire
and the indecency of ignorence.
Yet the boy shall stand
high above the flames of dragon’s breath
And mightier than the sword of voiced oppinions
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