A space so free, it should be filled and not left alone, I wonder if everything a kid believes, always does eventually makes its way home.
The night-sky is so clear, I see a toy box in view, a kid plays with a doll without no fear, why am I sitting all alone and feeling so blue.
A kid won't hold back, won't take no crap, a kid is also innocent, they just want their parents to love them, they don't want no harm, all a kid needs throughout their childhood is a good-luck charm, and family should give them hope, and not let them lose sight of the stars and the clear night-sky through their telescope.
A kid grows-up believing their parents are heroes, that their parents will help them grow, not knowing one day they'll have to get through life alone, hoping one day they'll find someone to hold, to love, to never let go, knowing that their parents helped them to grow, and how to keep their glow.
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This Is Your Voice
कविताA selection of poetry, that I have written from the last three years. An anthology of my poems from the last three years, which I have put together, for everyone to enjoy, about survival, love, heartbreak and pain, and my own experiences in life. ...
