Just A Little Boy! Poem by Gaurav Madaan

Just a little boy, just a little thought,
Pressure creeping on my sore throat.
Looking at the world and expecting the chunk of joy
But wonders wonder , that was not a ploy.
The chunk of joy transformed into illusions,
Separating it with individuals distinct visions.
I was a little boy, just a little thought,
Pressure creeping on my sour throat.

the expectations raising high and high,
Making me feel should i die, should I die.?
Just a little hope as I m a little boy,
Looking at the world, having a quiet sigh.
Destined to be victorious i went to the war,
people say we want scooter, motor and car.
Ambani, gates still flying high,
Jesus o Jesus help below poverty line.
arms and ammunitions countries primary needs,
What are we going to do to get the Human feeds.
Survival of the the fittest says darwin's theory,
Believe me my friends, that spoils the whole curry.
Just a little boy, just a little thought,
Pressure creeping on my sour throat.