Saturday, June 6, 2009

Lost Child

Broken,
He walked the streets alone,
It was cold too,
He’d lost faith in himself,
And everyone else,
He looked for a hand to hold,
Someone who could guide him,
Or just hold him.

He could see the light,
But was too afraid to follow it,
If only someone had told him,
Walking toward the light,
Wasn’t as bad as walking in the dark.

4 comments:

Udit said...

its super.......but i feel short why dont u write more.......i wanna read more on the poems u write kinda find them short.....

Rachit Jain said...

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have u read the heartless killer ?? dont call that short please :'(

PULAKESH UPADHYAYA said...

Short poems leave you with that feeling of emptiness ..rachit should be credited for that!!!

Akshun said...

now THAT made me smile