There was a lad in the countryside
satisfied
happy and did what was right
Only had friends.. foes were the villains in the movies
unaware of cruel side of world and foul mentalities
Robbers, thugs and cons were just in literature
he only knew they were bad, useless and fearsome creatures
Love meant mother … cousins were brothers
A new cricket bat was more important than
branded new shirt and pants
But unfortunately and more significantly
he died 13 years ago, which was compulsory
Coz the WORLD killed the lad that too little at a time
but remained the memories of him in his mind
Time elapsed eclipsing his innocence
but still missed was his mischievous presence
Days, weeks, months, years passed
converting the lad as a matter of past
now the lad is transformed matured enough
that being Mortal in this world is also tough
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