Today I seen a toddler
rushing here and there,
Short was his height
complexion was quite fair.
He was seemingly confused
As he wanted teddy bear,
Looked for his mom all around
And all she did was glare.
His cry was like a thunderstorm
I am not lying I swear,
It wasn't tear he was shedding
But was raining deadly flare.
He caught all eyes in the corner
With a thick silence in the air,
It could never be equally awkward
Even in the middle of Times square.
Doubt was running, did she even care?
Will he stop the flood if we do a prayer?
She wasn't rich, someone was aware
So He became an angel and bought him a pair.
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PoezjaRaw writer, with his skill of rhyming tries to write on the topics concerning the youth. Feelings, relationships and other harsh and painful topics. Just give it a try! I'm sure you would like my writings.
