Saw a dream, deep dark.
I was walking in a dark park.
Saw a boy holding a candle, crying.
"Help me bhaiya, I m dying."
There was a cut on his neck.
Added, "They are using me like a deck."
Went towards the darkness, followed him.
On my back, saw some light, which was dim.
He smiled and said, bye.
Can't forget, innocent but beautiful eyes.
Dim light was of ministers luxury cars, shame.
Media, thank you+hate you, in his eyes you are tame.
By-Himanshu Tobaria
I was walking in a dark park.
Saw a boy holding a candle, crying.
"Help me bhaiya, I m dying."
There was a cut on his neck.
Added, "They are using me like a deck."
Went towards the darkness, followed him.
On my back, saw some light, which was dim.
He smiled and said, bye.
Can't forget, innocent but beautiful eyes.
Dim light was of ministers luxury cars, shame.
Media, thank you+hate you, in his eyes you are tame.
By-Himanshu Tobaria
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