BY AANYA GULATI
Oblivious to his surroundings,
As if he was estranged from the reality
Others laughed and played
He sat in the corner-
With a tale of misery, I believe.
He shook his head in despair
When I asked him if he would like a cup of tea for the care?
The boy in the corner,
What is your name?
What is it that you hold?
I would sing your tale.
Oh, don’t you be alone my dear!
For you hold a story clear.
Let the world know your glory,
Why are you so afraid of them dear?
The boy in the corner,
What is your name?
What is it that you hold?
I would sing your tale.
I saw your story on the board near
You are wanted by them ,
You must run!
They’ll take you to a room far away from our land.
You’ll be unknown of yourself
With empty hands you’ll walk on the streets,
And they’ll shut the doors for you
You’ll be famished and in search of some kindness, my dear.
What is it that you write?
I must know
For I could give you shelter and some food for the care.
Don’t stay here longer
I hear their footsteps approaching to your purity
Run for your life,
You only have one!
Oh! Boy in the corner,
Would you like a cup of tea?
What is your name?
What is it that you hold?
I would sing your tale.
Oh, don’t be afraid!
The boy in the corner,
Why don’t you tell me your tale?
You poem is very thoughtful, deep and new. I could really delve in the picture your words were painting. Gorgeous ✨