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    • Apr 1
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Bohemian Children

By Diya Sood


Misfit.

Bohemian.

Who art thou fleeing away from?

Everything is dreary

But aren't you on your way to glory?

Haven't you got some time to spare?

Growing older every day.


Children shouldn't have to fight.





You say that you do not understand the world,

But most people do not even understand themselves on most days.


Ergo, lovely sunflower.

Grow –

for growth needn't have to feel like combat.

Grow –

before the sun turns away.

For your power of making the sun turn, still stands beside thee.


Bohemian in your ways shall you remain,

For,

Children shouldn't have to fight.

Children must grow.



By Diya Sood





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