I was driving down the street
Coming back to home
From a warm and good and cozy school’s dome
I was well dressed, Protected from cold
Then saw a little Soldier, pretending to be bold
He was just a child his eyes were wet,
Pleaing everyone to buy a pen set.
I stood aside, looked at his face,
He was not running in childhood’s race.
He was a little soldier pretending to be bold.
We were sitting in warmth and our hearts grew Cold.
~Yasoob✍🏼
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