A sweet little boy, I saw, standing
on the road outside a shop
with torn clothes, keenly staring
at the hanging clothes, nonstop!
his face looked pale and upset
cause of the filth and sweat
hairs greyish cause of the dust
Of all, he looked the dullest
half an hour, he still was staring
the hanging clothes, with eyes gloomy
towards the shop why are you gazing
I asked, 'cause a boy like me
can only want and gaze, he replied;
my heart burned, cause of his words
Gloomy glum , with lips dried
tearful eyes, I turned backwards
It was intolerable like a hot flame
cause sometimes I also did the same
©aariz
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