Child in the cold

 

Let him not have a feel of Alienation

Even when life disposes him to agitation

Do not criminalize his addiction

Sometimes, listen to his admonition

Do not expose him  to intimidation

Help him, so he doesn’t yield to depreciation

At his feats, express exultation

 

He  has a mandate

Forget about his fate

He, we must all rate

The mandate to grow

The mandate to know

The mandate to show

Giving no thoughts to his brittle soul

 

He is the future of humanity

He deserves a space for this reality

A space to  maintain his originality

A space where competition  is a mere  formality

A space where he can live  with no infirmity

A space where he does not live by fatality

A space where he is seen without prefentiality

 

 

He does not even know  of his worth

But, Never tell  him to halt

Don’t  shut down his thoughts

He houses a mind where battles are fought

Although, he maybe at fault

You don’t have to lash him insults

Let him give his report

 

 

No, he is not  old

But, he is not versed in codes

His face exudes a type of shoad

What could he possible be told?

What would be his role?

The lad, no one knows

But, he is…

Child in the cold