I saw him last year
A boy of nine
Living down the lane
Curiosity in his expression
Innocence in his eyes
Devoid of deceit and lies.
I saw him again this year
Artful in countenance
Eyes seething with belligerence
Mouthing abuse with each sentence
Alas! He has lost his naivety
Amongst the mob of his playground
He has lost his innocence
To the dark exposure of media
He has lost his trust
To the ways of the world
Now, he is an adult in a child’s body
Waiting for physical growth
To tackle the tough world.
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