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Yesterday I came across a gem on the road,
Walking on my way, I stopped for a look
It was a rare one, I had to admit
And filled with admiration, i sat next to it.
A boy he was was of about eleven,
A glowing face, and eyes of heaven
In his soft hands he held some fowers
Thinking I was a buyer, I saw in him joy shower
My stare and silence made him tense
As if the last ray of hope came to end
Lost deep in thoughts, I kept my stare,
But he kept silent, Had he nothing to share?
Now holding a coin thrown by a passer,
He ran to him saying,"Sir! Iam not a beggar!"
"Please take one of these", he said.
And in his soft voice he sold a flower
My eyes with tears i couldnot hold,
My heart with pain it would explode,
My mouth was numb, lost of voice
Is there nothing that would make him rejoice?
Are you hungry too? he said,
Is your mummy ill too? he inquired,
But you don't look poor! His eyes met mine,
I shook my head, they lost their shine
Where were his giggles? Where was that heavenly smile?
Where were the bright clothes? where were those little shoes?
Where was his bag? where were his books?
Where was that innocence? why this matureness?
Where was that naughtiness? Why this seriousness?
Those crystal clear eyes wanted an answer!
I wish I could tell you O! precious gem,
Your place is not these roads,
That your face is made for smiles not gloom,
That your divine shine can never fade.
I wish I could tell you O! dazzling star!
Oh! how can i tell you dear angelic soul!
That you are exquisite,That layers of dust won't block your radiance
For like a diamond, Your splendor lies within you!
Written By: Mahrukh Fatimah (Fati)
