NaPoWriMo Day- 4 (Prompt Poetry)

 


1. Talk to the kid who is sitting aloof in the playground 

2. She will tell you her dreams and you give her the strength 

and a hope that a day will soon come

3. And you tell her that her life which has just begun 

has much more meaning to it

4. When she rants about her worries, 

you tell her it will be fine

5. As it takes nothing but a smile to comfort her, 

so you stay there and just smile


~ Sasa

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