Will I grow up said the boy
Will I see the world burn
As he swings with his toy
Patiently waiting for his turn
Closer he said, for his throated was dry
Is the world ending he asked smiling
For his world has been coloured with killing
From the starts as he swings by
Do I see mother before I drop from this swing
For she was gone before he lept on the swing
He slept without waiting for my reply
With frozen tears from both sides.
©karmascars
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