Hitsuzen

By Snehasish Roy

There lived a boy,

His heart full of joy ;

Creativity yet to deploy.

For the crafts he made 

He never wanted to be paid.

Skinny tiny kid beaten up everyday,

Remorse for his heart, tanned.

But a voice from within,

“Don’t hurt them back in any way!”.

Self centered in every way Soon he realized It was not okay,

Oh he used to sleep a lot !   did he say?

But something changed he used to say,

He fell for somethings in some way.

Dreams shattered with a blindfolded deceit,

Privacy and space he didn’t receive.

Grudge in his heart;

He used to share  what he used to fear, 

Amongst all the tears 

He learnt to face his fears.

Time changed everything but not his stubbornness;

For he couldn’t care less,

That he was a mess.

Some called him a Treasure for his skills

But no-one cared what he feels.

Everyday in Everyway ,

The Inner voice can be heard again.

But Its not repeating itself;

Perhaps there was something far more  noble about him.

How bold, He’d not let go!

Charging against the flow,

He’d not let go!.

By Snehasish Roy