The Little Boy

The Little Boy

He was a boy of 5,when his dreams were alive.
Had a father who was an idol,read him stories at night.
Little did he know that his life would be in turmoil,
as his joys knew no bounds when his father gave him a new toy.
Lost his mother at the time he was born.
Without his father he was long gone.

Innocent as he was,his father was atrocious.
Cheated on people & made money being ficticious.
One fine day the police had him on their nets.
Pleaded like a baby so that the little boy be saved.

He was sent to an orphanage,destined to be a strong man.
He grew up lone & strong,thinkin' of his old man.
He had unanswered questions,that has haunted him for years.
Depressed he would be,none to wipe his falling tears.

Then the news came,the most shocking one.He heard,
that his father was dead & he felt a sudden dearth.

All his queries & the answers to them.
Was lost in time & he had to endure the pain.

The world looked at him with sympathy in the eyes,
but for his father's misdeeds everything belies.
The lavish underworld with it's tentacles spread out,
found an easy prey in him without a doubt.

Drawn in with might,couldn't set himself free.
That innocent smile under the facade,which no one could see.

Is this why he was brought into this world??
To face the harsh realities that his destiny unfurled.

Is this the justice for which we pray to God??
Think bout it. It's worth givin' a thought.

This is just a story!! What else could it be??
But in reality,the Boy could have been You or could have been Me !!!


SRIJEET BASU
7th Nov 2006