Scared Boy Poem by Farhan Fuad Rahman Alisina

The clay of joy,
Without leading spikes of ray-
Is the amorous core in a boy.
So, pin to this span as we say- A boy is same of a casket of ploy,
Due to this fray, Boys are always grey.
Rather, they are the clinker- of the nameless running venture.
Time calls a boy to play-
Fancy game with the antagonism of the foolhardy.
The matter of the capacity of sanction,
Boys are scared but not make it maiden,
So, the scared boys are always ready, often-
They can serve themselves as laden.