Happy Tears

• Ahasan Kabir, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2016

As a boy sat down against a wall in fear.
A lady came and said, “Come with me, my dear!”
The future of the boy lies gloomy and blur
But at least, he is not petrified anymore in fear.

The lady was very pulchritudinous,
But did not care about any of her behaviours’.
She eventually made him her personal slave,
But kept on hitting him like her dead son Dave.
The boy was immobilised and pretended to die,
So the stupid lady threw him out and gave a sigh.

The boy stood up, and heard the call of his parents,
He ran and hugged both of them in cries and coherence.