A Boy,
In the middle of heat
Chaos, hunger pangs
Rugged shirt and barefoot
Selling candles in high noon
Silently approaching people
Human to human
Eye to eye
He speak soul to soul
Praying and pleading
That someone would see
What lies behind those eyes?
For how many days he’d been barefoot
For how long he’d been in pain
For when was the last time he ate
Nobody knows, nobody cares
For him, No Body
A soul floating in the field of life
Battling his place and soulful cry
Even sun rose magnificently to the sky
He will pinch sweat and blood to fly
When rain calms and washes away dirt
Cold and solitaire will be his skirt
How would he be able to compel
Finding his place to dwell
Where day and night provides no roof
His existence gives no proof
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