By Vansh Rastogi
A boy born in a family of nobles,
Who can have anything he desires.
Far from the life of locals,
But still missing a lively fire.
His day starts with the most lavish food.
He has everything from expensive clothes to marvelous cooks.
But still he is missing a sense of comfort,
For him, this easy going life is so absurd.
Far from the golden prison,
There is a little girl that lives in the slums.
From the deck of life, she doesn’t have any ace,
But she still lives with a smile on her face.
Her way of life was so different from the boy’s,
She didn’t even had a doll but he had all the lavish toys.
With all the riches, he still was in a dark corner,
And yet she was living without anything or anyone to warn her.
Both were young, yet had different philosophies to apply,
One was at peace and the other just waiting to die.
They both were like little colorful flowers,
One filled with sorrow and the other with a unique power.
They both grew at a different pace,
One in an open garden and one in a golden vase.