Lost Childhood

Saturday, January 22, 2011 Vishaal 2 Comments

They played, they enjoyed at his age
They were free birds with no woes,
He wished he could be like them,
But fate was one of his worst foes

They got what they wanted
Without a second thought
He wished he could get something too.
But it was life with which he fought

The rich kids broke away what they had
Without any doubt or guilt
He wished he had owned something
But for him castles in air were built

He sat in a quarry and broke boulders
While they laughed and chattered
He thought what he broke was stones
But I saw his childhood shattered.