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A Little Boy

Hey, people!

My apologies, I have been away from the writing scene for a long time. I guess this is what a writer's block is all about :P

Anyway here I am again, with a story, but the only difference this time is that I have woven the words into a poem.

Esperando Que Les Guste...





I once knew a little boy
Whose act of kindness gave us joy
No matter what the problem
He didn't give up and reached for the sky

One day while strolling through the woods
He found something captivating in the redwoods
Enchanted with the pristine flower he discovered
Ran towards it, oblivious of what it concealed under

Just like 'Everything that glitters ain't gold'
The mystery of the flower was about to unfold
The floret thrived on pliant souls
Draining anyone who got its hold

Soon the little boy wasn't that benevolent anymore
Time passed by, and he was abhorred
And though the floret shimmered day and night
All and sundry stayed away from the munchkin's sight

I don't know what became of that lad
But let me tell you something, comrade
That I once knew a little boy
 Whose act of kindness gave us joy 

~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse

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  1. AishwariyB8 December 2016 at 20:16

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  2. AishwariyB8 December 2016 at 20:21

    Here is a small spin-off.. First of the hopefully many other collabs :)

    A Little Girl

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