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Silent Killer
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A hope...........
A dream.........
A joy..............
A pain.............
A gain.............
What about the moment when a tiny boy is born?
Like the first sunny rays come after the storm!
Parents has great care for their little baby-boy,
God almighty has blessed them with this moving toy!
Smile of the cute face is nothing but a surprise to them-
The small pink face is colorfully drawn on their eyes' frame.
A lot of dreams and what not the parents have cherished?
With all their efforts, they give all for their boy to nourish.
One day the tender legs take attempt to walk-
All others caress him and pray for his best of luck.
Time goes...........
Hours pass..........
Days fall...............
Years run..............
Era comes............
In the course of time, the boy's now reached to the youth,
He has grown the ability to choose between fake and truth.
Some day he knocks the door to open the age of puberty-
Brisk mind moves here and there to find privacy and liberty.
Enthusiastic soul doesn't know what it is doing....
Never understand actually where he is alone going....
One day he discovers, hidden in him, the cryptic physical vigor,
Squanders it away, why? What had made him such type of eager?
Boy! Surmise the life; it is not like a book, or novel thriller-
Shouldn't you prevent yourself from being a silent killer?
(Hope you don't mind me bunging you a critique before you have said whether I may?)
I really like this poem, I think it is VERY well written, but obviously my favourite lines are -
"A pain.............
A gain............."
- for are there not always gains to be had from pains?
Great piece.
Alisha