He Was A Lonely Boy
He was a lonely boy,
who grew up shy and coy,
quit the world one day,
but nobody ever knew why,
he was a lonely boy...
Had a few mates to play,
but no to all he would say,
would sit silent and pry,
when alone he would cry
he was a lonely boy...
Always used to stand apart,
keep everything in his heart,
to no one he would talk,
howsoever hard one may try,
he was a lonely boy...
From something he was hurt?
or someone broke his heart?
nobody got any clue ever,
why he had red hue in the eye,
he was a lonely boy...
poem by Sunny Mittal
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