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A Boy From Small Town

Leaving behind the loved ones
With hopes and dreams  high
Just his teen passed by
He walked into the city
To conquer his aims of life.
The new city seems so joyful and full of  charms
He got lost himself and indulged  in bad
Day by day his  innocence was murdered by dreadful acts
He couldn't revive nor stood up, dragging down by this acts.
Days,weeks , years and years came and went
He was still there standing still
Caged in those insane.
But suddenly one day his health too couldn't resist his insane
By virtue of God he was reborn again
Now he realizes the city was a  maze of threats
He made himself strong
And slowly left all his insane,
Now he worked hard and put soul in it
Finally high hopes and dreams came  once again ringing
At last  he succeeded in his new life
But always regretted what he had gone through the past in his  life
Now he realized life is a precious gift and lived it to a worth
And a charming smile in his face was a proof of above all
And a boy from small-town lived happy ever after.

-Siwang Rai.

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