Little Child Poem by sharik hussain

Lonely little boy
Down the bridge of the river
He doesnt know whom to trust
Whom to lend his ears
Running eyes through the Stones
Even summer wind makes him quiver

Whom we should be, who we are
Soaked in the Lunar, Childhood Scars
Soaked by the luna
Childhood Scars

Poor little child in the delusion
Folk stories what a confusion
Birds sitting on the trees
Looking at him what a dis ease

Fear on the face
Struck by weakness
Little boy so fragile
Full of timidness

Whom we should be, who we are
Soaked in the Lunar, Childhood Scars
Soaked by the luna
Childhood Scars


Written by- Sharik Hussain